A Forest Song Poem by GARY LEHMANN

A Forest Song



Here among the naked pines
wolves move easily and find
stray deer separated from the herd
by fatigue or hunger

High above the silvery moon
whistles a thin and wispy tune
that passes through those naked trees
like icy fang and crispy breeze

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