The Wolf Poem by Richie Duprey

I step on the prickly grass.
The midday sun emits rays of joy onto my pale, white skin.
There is silence in the hillside as hours and hours pass.
I'm sitting now, looking at the clouds with a butterfly on my chin.

The lake below in the valley is glistening in the sun.
The birds fly high, making patterns up above.
I hear a solitude wolf howling, calling for someone.
I see the wolf now and all I feel is love.

Come sit beside me, noble wolf.
Are you here to make me feel free?
The emotions begin to engulf.
Please, sit beside me.

I look into it's brown eyes and all I can see are
Ways to leap over hurdles and regain my strength.
I must do this for myself for only then can I be free.