Tranquil waters
Still was the water,
Calmer than most have seen.
The wolfs mind at rest.
Just like the tranquil water.
Crisp the morning air.
A white mist in trail,
From every slow exhale.
As he walks along.
Reaching where he wants,
Where the sun breaks the cold night.
The wolf sits and he waits,
Peacefully under the tree.
He waits for the dawn.