Call Of The Wild

Wolves hunt in cold, they don't die. Pain is part of the process, they survive longer when they cry.  So I sat alone howling at the moon.  I smile in the dark as I lick my wounds.  So alive so survived, so in tune.  To suffering I so immune. I smile in the burning. I persevere and the learning the hunger for life the yearning. I howling in wind, growling from all sides. Wolves cry in wild so they don't die . Yes the call of the wild,, it's in my blood it's in my bones. Wolves cannot survive on bread alone. I am a wolf I roam alone. I am the call of the wild, the world is my home. Me and the moon late into the dark of night,  we cry together so we don't cry alone