A change in the wind

About a twist in nature, and man is no longer the winner.

The evening sun glows its last,
and sinks below the silhouetted horizon,
night creeps darker,
as the cold moon rises.
In the silence of night,
a grey wold is heard singing alone.
An owl perched proudly upon his wooden throne,
as a vole takes refuge among the broken branches,
hiding from his enevatable fate.
A change? The wind turns bitter
as the wolf stalks his pray.
A man, sat alone.
Ignorance it would seem was bliss,
tonight it would not save.
A flash of sunrise.
The wolf returns home.