Neil Owen Tupling (1977- ) / Spring 2007
The wolf, it watches. The wolf, it waits.
The wolf decides to seize the day.
It calls to others who walk the land,
Seeking a place in a common band.
The hunt is on; the prey will fall.
The newest member, the pack will call.
It joins the hunt and makes the kill.
The inaugural feast is quite a thrill.
The meal is finished before too long
And at the end they join in song.
The neighboring packs observe this night
In hopes that they too will catch prey in flight.
To share the spoils across the lands,
The wolves team up in common bands.