the night starts here

“If only their eyes were different,
perhaps they could see things as we do.”
regret about the wolves

beautiful poem.
you have me thinking about wolves now.

“‘if only’
‘if only’,
the woodpecker sies,
the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,
the wolf waits below,
hungry and lonely,
he cries to the moon
‘if only’
‘if only'”

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