spirit of the wild

In the depth of night I can here the wind blowing I can here the wind singing to those who are willing to listen. The animals of the night are quiet as the sun is setting they are still and waiting, waiting for something to happen any thing. As I lay in my bed watching the sun set I think what would it belike to be one with the night to hunt with those who are not seen in the darkness of the night. The sun has set and those of the dark no longer have to wait I here the sounds of the animals around me. The wolves howl to let there pack know where they are, owls send there eerie cry as they hunt for there prey. As I lay in my bed I start to sing along with the songs of the wild and I start to fall asleep but I fight the drowsy feeling so I can continue to listen to the wild life around me. As a fall into rhythm with the out side world I slip into sleep. When I wake the next morning the sky is dark and gray there is no wind to listen to, no animals to watch for, there is nothing to make a sound. All day I wait and wait and there is no sound. Wait do I here some thing no it couldn’t be I here the howling of a wolf it is very close to my home. i lay in bed that evening watching my final sunset and as  I slip in to the world of the dead I hear the cry of the wolf and know that my soul is being protected.[font=Times New Roman][/font]