Loneliness

A lone wolf treks through the snow
A cold winter’s night hangs overhead
The sharp breeze penetrates his fur
White speckles dot the hairs of his coat
Biting into his skin
Walking in solitude
Looking to the moon for comfort
That silver orb hanging in the chaos
Above him watching sorrows pass
He cries unto it for assurance
Unwavering he cries
Only to hear the icy wind answer him
Echoing his sadness