the wolves howl

A cry in the night
such a lonley thing
a ripple in the water
and a yelp of pain
but not one has come to see
the fallen ally of theres

but one now comes
wandering in a circle around it
sniffing the fallen friend
then raising her small head
she howls into the night
a long mournful howl
now joined by others

the pack comes
and the pack mourns
thier fallen leader
but none of them know
the hidden mysteries
of a death's occurance

the pack howls one last time
and all but two depart
they mourn together
as a father and daughter
they nudge the lifless body of the fallen one
though they know it's too late
and then they leave
with no hesitation
no looking back

the past is gone
and no tears must fall
now we must move on
a death can never be fixed
and a heart can never be mended
but only a wolf can know this