The Lone Wolf

The lone wolf prowls among the forest


Searching for a place to sleep beneath the stars

It slowly makes its way around the tall oak trees

And stops to view the rounded object above the ground—the planet Mars


As it trots along the brown dirt road

Atop the sleeping clans of red ants

The lone wolf realizes it’s near exhaustion

And is kept awake by the natural lamps


The wolf races down the mountainside

Past the sleeping birds and rats

He keeps a distance from a specific species

The mischievous ring-tailed ones with black masks


The lone wolf struggles through the bushes

And is hidden by the large crowd of trees

As he yearns to find a comfortable place to settle

Before the falling of the leaves


The wolf soon finds himself in an open clearing

Alone and without protection

He spots a rotting deer cascaras

The winner of a meat-eating election


Our wolf friend leaps onto a boulder

And overlooks the mighty forest

He can barely see the colorful flowers throughout the woods

Beautiful enough to impress a florist


The wolf again begins his stroll

Between the sky and Earth

Searching for a suitable place

To call his own home, his own turf



The lone wolf stumbles upon a small patch of land

Protected by trees, but not too snug

He says to himself “This is where I am to stay”

And falls asleep on nature’s rug