In the witchery world if inky black 🌚

In amidst a wooded copse the wild wolf howls

With his hairy head held high and his narrow, scraggy jowls

Such eerie, echoey, uncanny yowls

As he storks his predator and cunningly prowls

He is on a midnight mission for his rendezvous

With his 20/20 vision of incredible views

To plunder his prey from his sneaky cruise

This wirey Wolf will pick and choose

So God help any creature that comes into his sight

Within that witchery world of inky black night

Lord have mercy on his plight

As he stalks and storms with all his might

But a Wolf has got an appetite just like any other

When he has to fend for himself after the seperation from  a Mother

Though she should have taught him the tricks of the trade