Gray Wolf

Sometimes I feel like a wolf.
A big, strong, free gray wolf.
Sometimes I am a wolf.

Look at his eyes:
masculine, aren't they?
Yet, they are a bit sad.
And why not being sad?
Sadness is deep and sweet.

To be a gray wolf is this,
to be powerful,
independent,
absolutely free,
yet never afraid
of being sad
and howl
alone
during
the
long,
starry
nights
at
the
distant
moon.