Danielle N. Calhoun

TWO WOLVES

Two wolves alone, and miles apart,
Together in spirit, in mind and heart,
One wolf alone, she is the white,
One wolf alone, he is the black,
Roaming in search of something they lack,
Wandering the wilderness, alone, the two,
Wandering around, finding anything they could,
To sustain themselves and their feelings inside,
Two wolves alone soon meet eye to eye,
Staring at each other, not knowing what to think,
Lying together in the bushes and leaves,
Silent but loudly, their voices inside,
Speaking to each other, as they look eye to eye,
Two wolves alone, one white, and one black,
Two wolves alone, alone, never again.