Far from the pack, he cries at the moon
no more a howl, his moan out of tune
a wilderness walk towards the dark
his yelp no longer a bark
The lone wolf wants the warmth
of a partner who stalks the same haunts
wants to run wild and free, feel the wind on skin
to let out the roar within, with another that makes the world spin
Away from the pack, the wolf sits back
a whimper for the love that he lacks
his bite no longer a scary attack
he hunches along, alone under a sky of black
Sits distant, curled; just wishing
a life led so different, a life where something isn't missing
a dream he had as a pup, of hope and love unbroken
he closes his eyes to sleep, hoping that those dreams are one day re awoken
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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