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.