The Wild

I dream of the wild,

The colors, smells, and sounds.

The rustling tree, the babbling brook,

All in my sight.

I see this from amber eyes,

Four feet on the ground.

Wind rustles my fur,

As I dream of the wild.

The thrill of the hunt,

The smell of my prey.

I hear the howls of my pack,

All around me as I run.

I see in muted greys,

I hear every sound.

I am never alone,

As I dream of the wild.

The colors fade,

As my heart cries.

I awake alone,

In the city far away.

Blue eyes in the mirror,

Gone is the grey course fur.

My heart longs for a pack,

To no longer be alone.

My heart longs for the wolf,

And my dream of the wild.