The Wolf and I

'O to feel the night, wrapped up in some little cove of the world, some niche of damp love; my creatures of the night howl to tunes of the midnite minstrel --- (path of the lone-walker) and stare to dawn with a sorrowful melody 'Tis not bitter sometimes to hold a thing of damp love, in the throes of days end, forsaken, in drunk mood.... staring your soul in the stars My canvas is the celestial dome, the harvest moon.... I am the painter of night who walks alone, singing a sorrowful melody, staring to dawn, am I **A take on sweet sorrow through animal familiars** (A theme used in a poetry class) 2014