The Lone Wolf is after me.
Do I address him by looking
into his eyes?
What harm can he do?
I had no idea how to get
into his space,
For years he was not tame
until I heard his cry.
I wanted to rescue him.
Timidly he came to my
voice and opened my mind
to newer promises.
I did not want to fail
him in trust.
I am sorry I waited so
long to listen him.
He was battered
by the unkind.
I could not touch
him and I did not know
where he lived.
The wild was his companion.