The Lone Wolf
The full moon illuminates the night sky as it shines by the stars. I try to talk to it as I lean my head back a howl the sad song of a lone wolf exiled by his own pack. The moon was never forsaken. It always has the company of the stars as they shine in admiration for this glowing gentle giant as it floats through the murky night in silence. I am always drifting trying to find and exist in a place where I belong. If only I could know its secret for being surrounded by friends. Maybe the moon and I aren’t so different. Maybe all the little stars in the sky that appear to be crowding it are really so far away that they look like specks. Perhaps the moon was once close to those stars like I was close to my pack but was cast away, shunned, unwanted because it was different. Maybe the reason it goes across the night sky because it is searching for a friend like how I walk through the wilderness. If only there was a way to tell it that I would like to be its friend so it could stop searching through the dark night looking for one. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.