Snow Rings

A heavy snow is coming down,
The wind is whisking flakes around,
I sniff the air with nose to know,
Which way my mother said to go.

I think I saw her go that way,
To catch our needed lunch of prey,
Now I’m lost in blurry storm,
I need to find a place to warm.

Smoky smells spell my concern,
To stay away from man, I’ve learned,
For they are cruel with guns and traps,
They look at life as twigs to snap.

With calm intent though snowy blind,
My choice made, I move to find,
Signs of others who look like me,
In white landscapes of speckled trees.

Then I find our cave of home,
The pack each settled from out their roam,
I nuzzle in my mother’s coat,
And dreamed the hunt until I woke.