Silhouetted
Silhouetted against a moon hung low, a lone wolf howls
Unmusical laments Mused-ly well up from the bowels
Of anxiety, restlessness, loneliness, excitement
Theory upon theory why he bellows his incitement...
He is become one of us
We see ourselves in his reflection...
Some would have him an unquenchable romantic
Others an emblem of devilish antics
Wildlife-righters say he's delineating territory
Or thwarting enemies from darkest purgatory...
Seek out his truth: Is he become one of us?
~ Our way we have lost in reflections superfluous
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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