Sarge47

To Caracou Garou.

A brother Wolf has passed.
The wolves gather in their pack,
Their mournful howls filling the night.
A brother Wolf has passed on,
His memory a guiding light.

We never saw his face,
Nor heard his voice aloud.
We only read his words,
And hold his memory proud.

Good-bye my brother,
we miss your guiding words.
They will echo with the beasts,
And be lifted with the birds.

So long my friend. SARGE.