Howl Poem by Casey Jarrell

From the time a wolf is born,
there will be times to play and to learn.
When the time came for her to make her first sound,
she felt free and never bound.

Ever night since she was two months old,
she would howl feeling strong and very bold.
From the first time the moon touched her eyes,
her voice was flying far across the midnight skies.

When she would feel lost and can not find her way back home,
she would send her voice flying and listen for her pack then she would roam.
They will always stay by her side.
In the forest she'll reside.