The Wolf

I love wolves from the picture by my desk at PCSS, to hats, to sweatshirts, and books I have read.  This poems will tell you about one such wolf::

                                                                                   

                                                             Resting on a bank of snow,
                                                                The wolf allows his yellow stream
                                                                    To flow down the back side
                                                             of the bank until it seeps into
                                                                 The snow on the ground.
                                                                     He softly purrs a growl,
                                                             Hoping some prey will
                                                                  happen by to supply his breakfast.
                                                                      A light snow begins to fall
                                                             as he rests his eyes for a moment.
                                                                  Traveling on to a new spot,
                                                                       He waits there for another chance.