Howling Wolf

The howl of the wolf knows no curfew 

for as long as the moonlight shines

it’s a haunting hungry frenzy 

of unearthly longing

for restoration

and respite

from those who belong,

from those who sleep dreamily

or feed snuffling quietly

so as not to disturb,

or draw attention

to their night life.

The howl of the wolf knows no curfew,

it cries of anguish and loss

a howling for home,

the home he had

before 

he came here,

an uneasy alien

pleading, 

longing,

crying

for

a different moon,

in another place,

his place

the place 

where he is 

complete,

restored, 

replete

at rest

at last.

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