The Wolf

In the sky, the moon is bright
- Mirror of the sun lasting the dark night -
And covers the snow with its silver light.

Onto the ground, the grey hunter,
King of forest, prince of winter
Climbs the hill like a lone raider

At the summit, a starry night
Lightly light by the blue moonlight
Why he howls? He has his solitude to fight.

3 septembre, 1991

© Fabien Niñoles 1991
Notes de l'auteur.