the lone wolf

Lonely walks the wolf, never hunts in packs
Never is with all brethren, bearing it lacks
Wanders in woods alone, wades in rivers, one,
howls at the moon louder, but slips away in sun

Lonely stalks the wolf, scouts another hapless prey,
sits low, softly he breathes, snows on the coat grey
Leaps at once, growlin, clenching the teeth hath yellowed
The stags antlers gore the hunter, it knows it has mellowed


Lonely limps the wolf, bleeding , yet he never wails
the snow bears now black blood, the moon high, sails
Left a trail for scavengers who hunt, but never alone
Rivers now wash away the red, the lone wolfs never worn