You can see it in her eyes,
she seeks the moon,
she travels high
through the winds and skies.

You can hear her call,
a lonely howl
a song,
peaceful to all.

Her eyes seeking,
through the night,
she waits,
patiently peeking.

Many people don't see,
she is as gentle as can be,
as gentle as a flea,
even as gentle as me....

Who is she?

My friend is a female gray wolf!


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