Written as EC for school once. Care to guess who it's about? Oh, the joys of having oblivious teachers…

The wolf cries alone,
Howling
At the moon.
Bound by chains he's shunned
By the humans
That he shares blood with.

The man sits alone
At a table
Eating lunch.
Curious passerby stare,
Through bars,
At a stranger,
And at the guards with silver in their pistols.

Silently the werewolf watches.
Sees men,
All in the same suits,
Talking.
About money mostly,
And about the fate of a being,
Neither human
Nor wolf,
Almost
As an afterthought.

He knows that the one thing
That humans claim doesn't affect them
Holds them in a grip that
Won't
Let
Go.

The boy had cried,
But the man holds his head high.
He sits alone
Day after day
Because of what he is:
Different.