A silhouette up on the rock the full moon hangs behind The wolf song that is sung in search for its own kind... He once was called "alpha male" the lead wolf of his pack A position lost with age due to the stamina he lacks... He once stood strong and tall this old aged canine king Tonight he walks the dark alone with no pack, no den, nothing... For time is without mercy pulling the strong to their knees He lifts his voice once more to send his song on the night breeze... The countless stars across the sky watch him from far above He mournfully recalls his life mate of his life, the missing love... His mind drifts to the many hunts and the sharing of the blood lust When he could identify his brothers and he knew who he could trust... Now he is a renegade and he scavenges alone Through many nights of hunger while chewing on an old bone... Off in the distance he can hear the "others" share the howling Around him he can hear others the predators out prowling... He knows his time is limited as he lays his head upon his paws There in that desert moonlight his old heart finally does pause... The pack does sense his passage so they pause, the howl in check Then fill the night with their wolf song his pack shows their respect.
By Robert "Wild Wolf" Leavitt / Spokane Washington