Part 1 (Harvest Moon of Sleep)
A plaintive low howl
Drifts across the forest
Inviting and inciting
The Brotherhood of the Pack
The splendid shades of green,
Late Summer moonlight
Are now barely seen
Except by the clan of night
The Father of the Winds
Has blown my words
Long and far to my brethren
And into eddies, hollows, and leaves
Dry, cool forest floors
Green, yellow and red flourish
They gather and merge now
In the quickly darkening sky
Part 2 (Racing the Dawn)
The evening encroaches earlier
The Sun falls now steeper
The Wind buffets and swirls
And we curl, tighter into our fur
Silence builds in the dark
The Stars rise and slowly circle
The wind gusts and then falls
Ears watching, alert, asleep
Swaying limbs add shifts
Through leaves of muted gray
To the eternal fiery Stars
Turning and fading till day
Waiting for the Sun
It burns the night Stars
Away before our eyes
It is time to journey far
Part 3 (Journey of The Sun)
We follow the day until night
Azure and Sun become Stars and Moon
For many days we travel light
Silent in the Sun, we will sing, soon
Heading to our ancestral home
We will winter here as always
Drawn to the south sea's foam
Till the snow and ice melts away
Cooler days are telling us now
That The Wind Father changes
The direction of His howl
The leaves he rearranges
We journey through all of the year
Through the forest and the glen
And tho' it seems we are always near
We stay far from the world of men
Part 4 (The Door Into Winter)
The night air is crisp & cold
Our breath hangs motionless,
As crystals and then slowly,
Settle on the dried grass
The Moon is burning blue
High in the star filled sky
A halo of light encircles Her
The freezing air's crystal eye
Bedded down in the dark
Night sounds all around us
We huddle close, in breath warmed fur
Keeping us warm as Dawn approaches
The edge of the sky lightens
To the East, by most unseen
The grass and forest, they brighten
Calling us into the early morning sheen
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