First, 'Wolf', by Matt Brooke, I form:-
The night is dark and black,
Yet the moon shines high and bright.
In the peaceful wood nothing stirs
But an owl enjoying a mouse.
Across the plains a young wolf trots,
Its body graceful and strong.
Its great amber eyes glint with wisdom and power.
His name is feared all over the land
For the wolf is deadly and wise,
He eats his fill of the hunt,
Nothing is wasted, nothing lost.
But in this beautiful moonlit night
Man is stalking the wolf,
The wolf knows this well
But he does not run, he does not cower
For death meets any man that challenges the wolf.