In the Night Blog Archive on October 19, 2009, 8:00

by HorseFeathers, age 16

When the sun goes down
this is their world… not ours

They sing their songs of the hunt
and call to the winds.

Listen little one and remember it well
keep your senses before you

Breathe the silent stealth of the wolf
through the earth and into your hooves

Stay with me for all young seasons
for if you falter and canter on your merry
way, it may be the last time you do so

Hear the warnings of the nightingale
for she senses the hunters coming

But if you hear silence… a