the wolf's howl

Its the dead night,
and the moon so bright...
somewhere wolves at distance,
howling at the sight.

are the sad or just happy,
sighing heavily or singing merrily?
or they are calling their kind,
to make the pack happening!

some say, they being the messenger,
to contact the dead ones, the soul,
or make the moon to sleep,
waiting for night to fall.

Do they prey in the night,
may be a simple fight,
in those dark shadows on trees....
on the rocks, at the height!

they are just formations of mist,
lively or creepy for time being,
their presence so fascinating,
folktales , characters on their name.

So, this dead still night,
echoed with those wails,
the wolfs, their howl....
had I been mesmerized,
by these nature's wonder at play?