The ground is frozen with white solid that turns to wet.
The branches snap and the twigs scratch as the trees howl in the wind.
In the distance a cry splits the cold night.
The lone wolf sings of the trouble in his world.
The frost has taken his puppies.
The missing prey have defeated his mate.
Sorrow is the melody of his song.
Listen as his tears are his words.
The pain he feels are his notes.
His heartache is his music.
The lone wolf sings for all to hear.
His words speak of running free in the wind with his children.
His notes tell of his memories of playing and loving with his mate.
His music plays the heartbreak of losing them all.
And so all hear,
The lament of the wolf.