The wind's erie howl tells of beasts aprowl,
In the dark 'neath a clouded moon.
You can feel the gaze through the midnight's haze,
The hunter will be here soon.
It's not in sight, for the shadowed night,
Is part of your stalking foe.
Yet you struggle on, for soon shall be dawn,
At least, you hope 'tis so.
How do you flee that which you cannot see?
It walks on padded feet!
Where do you run? How you long for the sun!
Here comes that wolf so fleet!