A Wolf Cried at Midnight

A wolf cried at midnight.
It’s howl echoed through
The mountains, masked in snow.

Sadness filled my bones 
As her cry pierced my soul. 
For i knew instantly
This was a cry of heartache.

Man has always viewed the beast
As soulless and barbaric. 
Man, once again, has gotten it wrong.

A wolf is no barbaric beast, 
Just a wild thing trying to survive
Mother Nature’s harshest terrains.

  
I knew this when the Wolf’s eyes
Stared into my own.
I saw pity in her expression.

  
She knew i did not belong
Out here in this wild land.
I came here to escape.

I thought I could leave 
My heart behind me.
So wrong was I,
So very wrong indeed.

A wolf cried at midnight.
I knew this cry so well.
It echoed through me 
And reminded me
Of my own heartache.

A wolf came to me
After her cry was done.
“Go home,” she told me.

I knew she was right.
There is no way to escape.
I cannot run from my own heart.

A wolf cried at midnight.
Then she told me to go home.
With a heavy head,
I obeyed her command.

I am not a wild thing like she.
I do not belong 
In this snow covered land.

I must follow 
My broken heart home.
That is where I belong.