Grey
Strong and quiet,
a traveler,
to survive I must be persistent.
The wind blows, the moon glows.
I hear others as they sing their songs.
I don't stop long to listen.
I am warm in my fur coat,
although it is frigid outside.
I blend into the surroundings.
I must keep moving.
Little fur balls await me,
with empty stomachs,
soon it will be they who sing.
Strong and quiet,
Grey.
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