• I am the wolf
    That runs through the night
    Howling at the long gone Moon

    I am the mountain cat
    That stocks through the night
    Crawling, creeping, waiting for my moment to strike

    I am the Owl Flying
    Silently though the night
    Ducking, turning, carving
    My way though the Dark
    Towards my prey

    I am the child
    Crying for my mother
    Because I lost my way and
    Now night has come