The moon is full The air is crisp with the icy chill
The snow is brightened in the moon's light
And yet something is not quite right
There in the pine trees hides a creature
Alone and doomed to wander for eternity
She is all by herself
With no one to ever love or understand her
The crickets sound in the background
As the moon is the spotlight to their private orchestra
The deer graze the last blades of moss grass
But they are not alone
At least they have eachother
The lone wolf emerges from the trees
To stand on the cliff face
And with all her might
She lets out a resounding howl that chills your bones and goes straight through you
She waits seconds, minutes and hours for an answer
But nothing
She is all alone in this world where love and loyalty don't mean a thing
No other wolves wish to answer her
They have their own packs and families
They don't want her
So she turns her head and leaves
But her cry echoes across the snowcapped mountains until the end of time
There is a sense of loneliness which will forever haunt the snowy landscape
She turns to leave
And walks away
Leaving nothing but her pawprints in the white crispness of the snow
The moon shines on her back
As she disappears back into the pine trees
To forever be doomed to be nothing but the lost cry
Of a lone wolf