A lone wolf
At the edge of the pack
Feels no lack
Of comrades true
For through
The clouds his friend,the moon, breaks.
He howls and wwakes
The ancient fear
In those dwelling near.
The hunter his gun aims.
The wolf’s brains
Explode.
There is no need to reload.
Taking up the body of his friend
He glances at the clouds which portend
A storm.
The sky so dark and forlorn.
Alone
At home
He sits
And strips
The carcass bare.
The pack neither know nor care
About the hunter’s prey.
They will commune
With the moon
Another day.
K Morris - Poet 
Oh hell.. what a great poem! 🙂
Thank you for your lovely comment and liking my poem. Kevin
So sad,
Thank you for your comment. Yes it is sad. Best. Kevin
It’s so expressive! 🙂
Thank you, I’m delighted you appreciated my poem. Kevin
Great job. Thanks for sharing your work.
You are welcome. Glad you liked my poem “Wolves”. Best. Kevin