WOLF WITHOUT MOON

I was inspired to write a short story after a recent breakup and rediscovering a quote I loved by T. Zbikowksi. I've never written a short story before but this one carries a lot of meaning for me.

“Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon and each month it cries for a love it will never touch“

                                                                                                                      - Tiffani Zbikowski

A mindless wolf wandered into the woods
the scorned wolf, salivated - hungry but unsure for what
the wolf didn’t have an appetite, it yearned for something else
something you couldn’t consume but rather, something you could only feel
a feeling that was right, calming, and pure
but what?

Harsh winds took the wolf long and far into the night
a journey which became apparent to be challenging for even the mightiest of wolves
it is said, the wolf searched for days on end �" hoping to satisfy its hunger
and just when the wolf was about to quit, the wolf howled into the night sky
a howl so strong, a battle cry that would give goose bumps to all critters nearby
it was at that moment the wolf discovered what it yearned for
it was beautiful, a beacon of light �" almost portraying hope and all things good
but there was just one problem

faint cries and whimpers escaped the wolf’s mouth as it yearned for it even more
constantly howling into the sky and each howl grew stronger and louder
it was the moon that the wolf searched for all this time
and as the reflection of the moon glistened off the wolf's dark eyes
it realized the moon was impossible to reach
the wolf could only admire from afar and sound off the best howls it could muster from its strong lungs
hoping that one day the moon will take notice of the yearning wolf

a tragic love between a Wolf and it’s Moon