When The Wolf Howls

A poem describing an evening with a lonely wolf.

When the wolf howls

on a tranquil night

when the rain gently tumbles down,

I shall throw my head toward the stars

and answer his cry with

my cry of the lonely wolf.



Then get up and run

across the cold, wet ground

and leave my trail in the mud.

Then send up a howl

in the silent night,

daring him to start the chase.



The game is on.

Where shall I run

with him closely at my heels?

To the dark cave,

or to the field, or

simply beneath a tree?



The tree's my choice

so now we run

in circles around the trunk.

Together we play until

the night gives way and day takes hold,

then release two howls that fill the sky.



While panting, we glance

up at the sky

then to each other's eyes.

We turn our backs

and walk away,

no longer two lonely wolves.