The Longest Run

Silently through Moon's soft light
Prowling through the lonely night
Moving swiftly through the snow
For I have many miles to go.

It is not sustenance I seek
My belly full, my fur is sleek
No prey tonight will feel these claws
Nor crunch between my cruel jaws

I move through places new to me
Uncaring who or what may see
Though silent as the dark am I
And in their quiet beds they lie

Why must I run this lonely race?
What forces on at such grim pace?
The ancient call has gripped my soul
To find the mate that makes me whole

Am I the last one of my kind?
I put the cold thought from my mind.
Moving swiftly through the snow
For I have many miles to go.