An old alpha peers at a winter moon.
For lady wolf, his heart does swoon.
Longing for days when they pranced.
Stalking like shadows they advanced.
Their kits safely snuggled in the den.
A time nearly lost, way back when.
Now having to prowl the forest alone.
No longer this alpha sits on his throne.
Not having a mate or pack to call his own.
Frail and weak, just hair, skin and bone.
Reliving days when he was a young pup.
Memories and dreams being conjured up.
Laying nestled under the boughs of a tree.
Life nearly lived, soon his soul will be free.
Baying a final howl at the full silver moon.
To his maker a message, I'll be home soon.