We run through the emerald field shouting and yipping
from the top of our lungs.
Howling obscenities to the luminescent disc in the sky
among our beings.
You can feel the freedom flowing between limbs
as our paws beat against the moist ground.
Tantalizing scents graze our wet noses
and soon the hunt will begin.
Swift and silent are we as we gather
shifting amid our prey.
False move of the innocent leaves one life
lost but many bellies filled.
Full and content we sing to our mother
hanging in the black cloak of night.
You’ll find us here nor there but everywhere
running free with the wind in our fur.