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