His thick black fur rustles softly in the frigid wind,
He sniffs the wind carefully,
His senses heightened,
He smells something, something in the wind,
He knows this scent,
it has crossed the nostrils of thousands of his ancestors across the length of history,
This is no rabbit he smells, no elk, nothing edible,
In fact this scent brings the foreboding knowledge that meat will be lacking,
It will be difficult, his brothers and sisters will suffer much,
They will labor long and hard for their prey.
This smell upon his nostrils, this scent in the wind,
It is winter, long hard brutal winter,
Deep snow drifts, iced over ponds,
Prey desperately digging for the frozen grass deep beneath the snow,
Winter is coming, long, lonely winter,
He lifts his head and howls,
Across the miles his brothers and sisters join him,
Great heads lifted to the night sky,
Howling, Howling, Howling,
Winter is coming, long hard winter,
Long, lonely winter,
Beware!
A writing exercise asking for a poem regarding animals and weather predictions. It is said that he wolves howl long and hard when they sense a deep hard winter.