The Wolf

The Wolf A wolf cries out in the dark of the night He cries out not of fear nor of fright This need he feels is from long ago It raises from his heart deep from his soul This ancient instinct is for closeness of the pack He howls now because of the family that he lacks If he is lucky his howl will be returned And if not those feelings will continue to burn Its a primal urge of which he has no control He cannot hide from it even in the deepest hole The pain that he feels drives him on Through the dark of night all the way till the dawn But alas he finds that he is the last of his kind And this solitary feeling works on his mind He sits down in the snow and listens to the hoot of an owl Then deep from within rises a lonely howl So he lays down to a deep lonely sleep The cold envelopes his body and begins to creep Deep into the sinew and deep into the bones Will he ever find companionship or remain all alone? By Michael Kolter