Hear the wolf howl, and in the distance, a haunting reply.
Birds make their feast on the first of the spring berries,
stalked by a feline form. Water falls furiously,
urging the current against my legs. I wait, and listen.
I hear clearly. The wind, whispering amongst the trees,
seducing them to the weather's bidding. Silence.
Then thunder. Trees mutter and bustle,
