Dreamers

Darkness reaches upon the horizon,

not a hint of day left to see.

The moon and stars begin to linger.

The silence so erie, you start to shiver.

A howl breaks the silence, echoing in the night.

The wolf of the night, rises for dinner.

He's on the hunt , for any entree that peaks
interest.

The wind blows slightly , rustiling his grey fur.

Back to the den , for cold is not his friend.

Daylight cracks, the birds begin to sing.

It's a new time and morning begins.

The wolf goes back to the den, waiting
for the sun to end.