A Wolf


A wolf sits on a ridge, staring at the moon

howling his pain to the winds

his mate far away, loneliness eating at his soul

to the moon he pours out his pain

alone, he wanders, knowing he must survive

for the pack is all, and to them he must return

a wolf is his pack, and the pack is the wolf

one cannot be without the other.........

I will return


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