Lone Wolf: A Poem

I have always been a lone wolf,
pawing this well-worn path,
baring my timid teeth
at shadows passing in the distance,
scampering into hiding
when anyone approaches.
But now as darkness dampens
the busy noise of the world,
I have learned to listen,
to hear for the first time
that we all howl
at the same moon.

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From my book Woodland Spirits.