The Wolf

Pale moon hides,
night hawk sails,
grey wolf sits,
he howles,
seems to comfort him,
he's a lonely soul you see,
no bears nor birds,
in the windy gloom,
plenty plenty of room,
he sits with his lonely long face,
ragged cloud go bye,
in night alone,
singing song of wild heart,
on the worlds dark rim,
seems to comfort him.