• Away in the distance,
    A lone wolf howls,
    Calling for the one he lost long ago.

    His pack lay still beside the young girl,
    Their chests rise and fell with every breath,
    Sleeping away without drams of sadness weighing in their minds.

    The young girl stared,
    At the lone gray wild wolf,
    String at the black carpet as it began to scatter its stars.

    Tears welled in her eyes,
    As she felt the gray wolf's sorrow,
    Howling to the silver moon.

    There on that rock,
    The one gray wolf stood, ears perked,
    Listening for an answer.

    As the sun rose,
    And the other wake.
    He still stays,
    Waiting for the howl of the one he lost.