The Wolf

By Arlene Nayak

A wolf wanders by

Sharp white teeth glistening

It’s howl shakes the clouds

And rattles the stars.

Soft fur as dark as night

Eyes as black as tar

As beautiful as a lily

Howling into the night .

The wolf’s spirit runs wild

A hunter, yet hunted

Fierce as a lion

Simply misunderstood.

Calm as the cool river

Splashing on your face

Free of all worries

Not wondering about its fate.

Running free into the wind

A wolf wonders by

Looking up at the stars

It howls to the sky.

By Arlene Nayak