Imagine night time dreams and wolf hunts by the forest path, parables for wolves and wolf lovers, poetry for the late hours of the night and the break of dawn. This is the realm of wolves and all things wolf like, come dream the dream......wild woodland copses and mountain freedoms, dance by the light of the moon and hnt rabbit and squirrel with the wild abandon of a wolf in pass. This is poetry for a generation, the tribe and the seekers of all that is secret by the forest creatures and the whimsey of freedom.