Artemis And The Wolf Poem by David Hunter

You wish not to see
the pain of another like me,
in the end though, you have an empathy.
You're like me and I'm like you
for just a while and a while that's true.
We stare eye to eye, but never see a lie
in either of us, but why, oh, why is there a cry?
Then from a distance beyond our reach,
we hear the stars whisper, whispering, yet, not to teach.
As the sun sets in the west and sizzles in the ocean or sea,
Artemis, oh, Artemis, the beautiful goddess of hunt and moon I see.
She wears silver for it's her domain,
her property as a goddess, I would so love to touch.
Still, I would look in the water, my face so plain
and the reflection it holds is a wolf, a wolf too much.
Even so and even though I whimper and whine,
this beautiful moonlit goddess comes walking and shines.
She doesn't let an arrow fly, but pats me on my head,
Apollo and Zeus sees what they see and they made me sleep on my bed.
I woke with a dazzling fur which was once brown and now white,
I was once silent and not a sound came from me until out comes the moonlight.
With these gifts, I assume that the gods helped me,
Apollo has given me a voice and Zeus the bright fur that reveals me.
And so, that's how the wolf became a wolf
and I howl to the moon just to sing for Artemis.