The Lone Wolf

Poem About a Lone Wolf During Winter

The Lone Wolf

I am the lone wolf
Through the forest snow I roam
My den is cold against my fur
While my hungry stomach growls.

The star-filled sky offers no warmth
The yellow moon so full shines down
I can’t find food to fill my hunger
So in the cold darkness I let out a howl.

I long for the warm air of spring
When prey lets down its guard
Going to the stream to drink
After a long, warm winter sleep.

They don’t feel the cold chill your bones
Or fur freezing stiff so it sticks up
Nor do they know the pain of hunger
When cold winter makes your food hide.

I am the lone wolf
Through the forest snow I roam
My den is cold against my fur
While my hungry stomach growls.