The Howl The Night
Did Not Oppose
By Justin Borer

In the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.
Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.
The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.

Then moonlight shines through the trees.
The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.
Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.

A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.
Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.
The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.

Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.
This figure has nothing to prove.
Steathy and strong it continued to move.

The figure emerged from the darkness to cast its own shadow.
Through its grey and black fur the wind does blow.
With its pointed ears every creature it does know.

The creature sat on the ground and looked at the starry sky.
He felt alone, that, no one could deny.
through its bluish-gray eyes it wondered why.

He looked up at the bright full moon.
He let out a howl and held its desperate tune.
Hoping someone would respond very soon.

No one replied to his desperate call.
His heart still felt so small.
He wondered why he even tried at all.

His ears dropped and he turned to walk away.
He wanted to go but he also wanted to stay.
Then another tune broke the silence coming his way.

A howl came from off in the distance.
It rang through the night with little resistence.
The call was one of love and persistance.

He then realized something he didn’t from the start
There was someone out there looking for his heart.
Once they would meet they would never part.

Then the creature replied and he arose.
Following the feeling he truly knows.
Toward the one the night did not oppose.