Lonely
Nights
In
the night I listen…
And
the lone wolf calls out…
I
wonder, is he like me…
Or,
is it that I am like him…
Does
even the loner…
Always
want to be alone…
What
is it that he seeks…?
And
finding it, not want to share…
So,
like the lone wolf…
Calling
out on a clear night…
Waiting
to hear the voice…
Of
one who would share the night…
So
traveling the night alone…
Looking
at the world by moonlight…
Wondering
if there really is someone out there…
Also,
looking for me…
Woodsman
Thank you
Woody for allowing me, the honor
Of putting
this wonderful, work of art…
On my humble
home…
Blackwidow
