why why?
comes the
world-weary cry,
of a
solitary wolf
with pain
in it's
eyes
as the
cold wind
blows, to
herald the
snows and
carrion crows,
whose rancorous
laughter mock
the alone
without a
pack, the
single wolf
dies, under
grey skies
with none
to bare
witness except
maggots and
flies
and the
carrion crows
chortle in
mirth for
the unforgiving
world, cruel
mother earth
cares naught
for the
wolf who
found no
home