Thursday, 02 August 2012
The wolf paces the confines of his cage
Watching the world from his peripheral vision
As the children walk by, pulled along by their mothers;
They mistake his hungry stare for something ravenous,
All he really wants is to be free to roam the forest—
To raise his nose to the moon at night and let loose a howl
As free as his spirit cavorting in the clouds.