The Call of the Wild

In frozen lands where shadows lie,

A dog named Buck, with mournful cry,

Torn from his life, a gentle soul,

Thrown to the wild, to lose control.

The call resounds, a primal beat,

Deep in his heart, a rhythm sweet,

Of ancestors who freely roamed,

Where frosted breath in silence bloomed.

Through snow-swept plains and forests vast,

He learned the law, survival's cast,

The bite of cold, the hunger's pang,

The fight for life, a savage clang.

With wolfish pack, he ran and chased,

The primal bond, a bond embraced,

The hunt, the kill, the scent of prey,

A wilderness he learned to play.

But echoes linger, faint and soft,

Of hearth and hand, a life aloft,

A yearning stirs, a memory's trace,

Of warmth and love, a gentler place.

In Buck's wild heart, a conflict burns,

Two worlds collide, two lessons learned,

Will frozen lands become his home,

Or will he find a way to roam

Beyond the call, beyond the white,

To answer back, with all his might,

For in the wild, where shadows lie,

A piece of him will forever cry.