11 March 2009

None

My pack did not leave me,
I left them. To search
For some meaning.
I haven't found any yet.

It seems that the pack
I left was the only one.
I have found no other wolves.
What does that mean?

I'm not going back to them.
All of them howled loud
But none would hunt or kill.
Cowards.

I have met bitches and mongrels,
All domestic and none wild.
One or two tried to noose me
But they're dead now.

I'm still looking.
But what for, again?
It's been so long
And none fit the fur.

I thought I had the scent
But it's gone now.
A sea stops me from moving west.
But not for long.

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