The Lone Wolf
I am on the prowl now,
a hunter in the night,
I am moving swiftly,
a soldier of the flight.
I am not unsettled,
when I meet a full grown pack,
I help them with their duties,
and earn myself a snack.
Something in them changed me,
that social hunting day,
I am now in need,
of having something else to say.
But many years have passed now,
I am no social being,
but rejected from the pack,
it's me they have no use of seeing.
The other wolves have gone now.
I am all alone,
still I can't help but wonder,
if this problem is my own.