The moon is riding high,
Glinting on snowy fur.
A voice raised to the sky,
Echoes in notes so pure.
Her face a picture of peace,
Her song a cry of the wild.
Her emotion seeks release
Breaking the night so mild.
Her howl calls to the night,
Draws the pack to her side.
Shining with inner light,
She watches them come with pride.
Wild blood fills her veins,
Wolf's heart beating inside.
She roams the forest and plains,
Traveling far and wide.
The picture of freedom, she'll roam.
She knows no fence or tie.
The wild is ever her home,
And the gleam of life lights her eye.