The Waiting

She has always hunted alone
Lived alone
Walked alone
But now..
Now she longs for her family
Her pack
Tired of being
The Lone Huntress
She longs to be with her pack
To run with them
To hunt with them
To howl into the pale
Blue Light of the Moon
But for now
Only her lonesome and mournful howls are heard
Waiting patiently
Until they come to her
Find her
And lead her home
Silently she waits
Laying beneath the pines
Wounded, jaded, and broken
Silent tears falling from her lonely eyes
Waiting for her pack to find her.
 

Reviews

[Thorn]

This. Is. Gorgeous!!!
It is so very representative of those loners in society, whose mournful cries are seldom heard.
Would you like to enter it in my contest? It's for poetry writers who are new to the Cafe.

But, forgetting that for now. This is a spectacular piece of writing!

[-WolfReaper (NERV)]

Now, i'm not sure how to take this.

I could take it as a wolf lover, and write a comment about how awesome wolves are (very awesome, i should add.)

Or i should take it as a poet/writer, and comment on how it's an excellent metaphor of life in general. No, really, why didn't i think of it? how dare you steal my idea's before i even think of them! :)

I'm going to take it as a writer who loves wolves (again, wolves are just awesome. Take note of my picture there