Wander

The fire crackles and pops
The night is crisp and the winds are low.
The wolf howls to the moon.
Is she scared of the dark?
Is she frightened her night light will go out?
Is this why she cries to the moon?

Everyone's asleep.
You're the last one lingering by the fire.
No one else is there to speak,
So silence is your friend.
The owl "who"s beneath the night.
Is he afraid to fly in day light?
Is he scared they won't let him?
Is this why he flies at night?

The fire lies low now,
The warmth of flames is slowly leaving you.
You stare at the ashes remaining on the ground.
Lightning bugs fly around you.
"why do I only see you in the dark" you ask them.
No reply,
Just a few blinks, nothing more.

The sun begins to rise little by little.
The fire is finally out.
You hear the morning birds.
Are they greating you goodmorning?
Are they talking to eachother?
Or is this out of habbit...

Just like you...wandering through the night.

Author's Note

this whole poem is just talking about how things are questioned poetically, but DO have logical answers,

and then towards the end, when it sais that,
it questions if the reason we who become lonely wonder the night out of habbit, not just wanting to.

it's really confusing,
but makes a ton of sense to me.

seeing as i wrote it.lol. ;P