2 years ago
Just as the night decides to sleep
And the moon decides to tease,
the lone wolf decides to chase the breeze.
It wonders alone, like a real king.
It fears nobody but its own will,
It scares the rain, howls at the thunder,
It stands tall when the lights hit harder.
It loves the night, loves the coldness,
It loves the forest that never ends.
It barks at those who it fears,
It scares the one who it scares.
It hates nobody, it loves none
But the grass, the sky, the dark and the sun.
It is a scavenger with no family at home,
It is a real living being,
with aims light as foam.
The writer is a SEE graduate.