In the witchery world of 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, how to be shrewdly secretive betwixt the bracken and the glade