This is a reply story to lonewolf295's poem lonewolf.

The lone wolf wonders,

He ponders,

How long he shall be lone,

As he takes a few breaths.

Lone wolf knows that his time has come.

Nothing else to do,

As he lays there,

Nothing else to do as he dies,

Nothing else to do but howl at the moon.

Howl out his sadness and lonely wolf.

He closes his eyes,

And falls into eternal sleep,

Unknowing that another lonewolf,

Has layed by his side and grieves,

And howls her sadness and loneliness also.

Lone wolf.

Yes very short.