A lone wolf with no companion

The sun shining reflecting off the snow

Makes his fur seem glossy, thick, soft and warm.

And his eyes show wisdom and wildness,

But kindness, Loneliness and sadness.

Isn’t he something like me.

He is strong, cunning, skillful

But merciful and gentle.

He faces the elements

That would make him mighty

For he has no companion, no mate,

And no leader. He lives

But barely.

But it is his wisdom

His kindness, his loneliness, his sadness,

His mercy and his gentleness that makes me

Feel pity and love for him. I say again,

Isn’t he something like me.

–Chris King