Luna

The moon is a wolf as it travels at night.
Her solitary brightness
Hides behind a cloud
Searching for a purpose.
This wolf in the sky
Is silent, slowly tip-toeing
Down a bridge of stars.
Certain nights, the wolf will
Hide itself, creeping into a dark shadow.
After many dark journeys, she turns,
Hiding. The white luminous hair
Darkens, disappearing.
The wolf will return
Opening her gray, mysterious eyes,
Quietly whistling to her fellow pack
Who guides her. The howl is silent,
But heard by all.
The nocturnal beast in the sky
Is a beauty to our eyes.