Lone Wolf's Plight

In the full moon's time, In the dead of night, a lone wolf draws nigh, howling a mournful plight Its howl speaks of cold rain and sad stories of yesterday It speaks of numbing pain and joys that never stayed Its eyes, wide pools of tears tell the tale of lonely years Its weakened body, limping along a tell-tale sign of things gone wrong. ©Diego Agostini-All Rights reserved