L. Kathleen Mathis

Outside,

The air is cold,

Enough to freeze my nose

And make my fingernails

Ache

From the wind beating its way

Through my gloves.

There is no moon

In the black and starry sky.

Still,

The wolf throws back his head

To howl

A long and mournful sigh.

And I know why.

I know why.

He cries out for his kindred

To come,

to complete him.

It's not for him to be so

All alone.

He claims the earth,

He claims the sky,

To all who hears,

"This

is mine!"

And warns the terrors in the darkness

To flee.

But the canyon only whispers

The mirror of his sigh,

Breathing out the echo

Of an empty reply.

And so he lifts his head

And howls again

Into the empty sky,

And I know why.

I do know why...

That long and mournful howl

Is mine.

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