At midnight they descend the hill,
(fur and flesh caught between their teeth) ,
howling at the moon and stars,
delighting in the knee-deep snow,
and in the purity of the pack,
while the wise red fox hunts alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem it is well written and makes a good point, thank you for sharing.