A ******* Pup, no home to call his own.
Wandering the Wood, singing a lonely Song.
He howls at the Moon, whispers on the Wind.
His eyes watch, wondering who She will send.
Mother Nature is kind, but fearsome in her own right.
Day after Day, Night after Night.
The Pup forgets how to Love, but learns how to Fight.
His eyes no longer care, and only his Hunger grows.
Until that day that He met Her, and in that moment, He was Home.
Her voice was gentle, Her touch was Pure.
But this Pup was worried, this Pup was Unsure.
His past made him Undeserving, and he thought this, True.
So, the Pup made it clear, She and Him were Through.
Regretful nights followed, as the Pup lay Wake.
His broken heart shattered, how much more could it Take?
When the Pup returned to his loving Friend,
She exclaimed that she wouldn't return...
For, She knew how it would End.
Life is complicated, but... Isn't it always So?
If we can not break Free, how would we ever Know?
The Pup feels nothing but Shame,
Everything He has would gladly lay down his Claim.
To show the Girl that He was Wrong.
For Hope that once more, They'll both Sing to the Moon, their Song.
Get well soon, Snips. This Pup is tired of being a Lonesome Wolf.