You Tell Him
The lone wolf howls his fury at the meadow flowers
They are shocked.
Lily says to Lilac, I thought he was supposed to be howling at the moon.
You tell him Lilac whispers.
Wolf stomps past them, angry; hitting the earth hard.
Smashes dandelions and wild daises in his path.
Not me, whispers Lily, long after he is out of hearing.
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