My wildness is the same wildness of the wolves and bears.
The wild outdoors harbors the hound inside me
that has not hesitated to bark
at you who tell me to be quieter.
There is a man whose mountain I moved
like prophecy told
and whose compass points me onward to
greater, but less important peaks of mountains awaiting my hands.
He plugged my voice box into an amplifier
and said be louder.
Since then I've found no leash for my hound,
so with bite marks on its collar
I've quickly become it.
I will howl as long as
each solo lobo has a home
somewhere between their K9s
that smile at setbacks.