The wind howls. as the grey wolf licks his wounds
pareparing himself for the next battle
he survery the area as the ground shivers
beneath a winter's chill
Instinct didn't prepare him for the attack
as the leader snarled and snapped
the others stood with clenched teeth
and tearing jaws
Spawned by the pack he recently joined
he wanders alone in the threatening wood
though two greys approach on the ridge, growling their disapproval
he follows in the distance
Soon his cuts will heal
the earth will revel in its thaw
and once again, he'll join the pack
as an equal
But for now, his out-cast
and kindred spirit
is broken
by the Winds of Change
As he follows in the distant night
his solemn cry is lost...
in the approaching storm
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