The wolf moon rose, fierce and bright
In a January chilled, crispy night
One hears a wolf howl from a distance land
That echoes through the snow and ice
Wolves never sleep, they roam, they chase
Their shadows merge into the moon light’s grace
They hide under frozen trees
And their howl dances in the winter’s air
Fables peak, and tales were spun
Of wolves beneath the moon, undone
For in their cries, the heaven listens
it’s a call to mark the turning year
No hibernations in their bones
The cold winds carve their hearts to stone
They track the stars, they track the sky
And howl as one to say hello
And so, the legend came to be
When wolves howl, the moon agrees
So, in this bright cold January sky
The wolf moon sings to the wolves and to us.