Lone Wolf

A lonely howl
of pain and despair.
A lonely howl
upon the midnight air.

Drawing closer,
ever near.
We open our eyes
and find a tear.

As we turn to peer
it is suddenly clear.
It was not he who made the sound,
but rather thee that shook the ground.

A tear drifts down
his ebony fur.
He heard us shout
and call him "Cur!"

As the night turns into day.
Each in turn will walk away.

By: Kim Lane

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