God's Wildlife Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gray wolves coming out at night, looking for their
prey for they are hungry from sleeping all night,
stalking through the desert, alert.

Looking carefully, moving stealthily, hoping to ob-
tain dinner before too much longer, such is life for
God's wildlife out in the desert.

Hanging in, getting what they can, whenever they are
able to, deserts are a difficult place to survive in,
but they continue to flourish and expand even more
when they are able to.