Wolves, creatures of the wild,
Majestic and powerful, yet so graceful and mild.
With their sharp senses and sharp teeth,
They roam the forests, a force to be reckoned with beneath.
Their howls, haunting and eerie,
Echo through the trees, sending shivers up our spines, so cheery.
But for the wolves, it's a song of their own,
A way to communicate, to let each other know they are not alone.
In the moonlight, they hunt and prowl,
Their sleek forms moving silently, a sight to behold, a growl.
But they are more than just fierce hunters,
They are also mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers.
So let us respect and admire,
These magnificent creatures of the wild, a fire.
For they are a crucial part of the balance of nature,
Wolves, a wonder to behold, a treasure.
