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– Lonesome Song –

As the wolf in deep winter
Cries alone to the moon in the night,
His breath trailing off in a fog…
He stops not to wonder if his song is heard,
But knows without doubt that somewhere-
Far across the snow – it is felt.

To hear that call returned
Would feel wonderful to be sure,
But the song will continue regardless.
He sings because he must:
He has no other choice.

One need not see him to know he is beautiful,
Hold him to feel his power,
Or speak his language to hear his song.
In the heart, somehow, one finds great solace
In the mere knowledge of his existence.

Perhaps he cries for us all.