Arctic Wolf Poem by Ian McArthur

The Arctic wolf runs alone
soft on frost, its skin and bone
last of a family it has never known

The Arctic wolf is running on
Grey bolt across the freezing dawn
Then its here, and then it's gone.

The Arctic wolf has a crystal hide
From ice and frost clung to its side
At night, for the biting cold: unwilling bride.

To the Arctic moon it cries
Impassive through the distant skies
She howls once, and then she dies.