What do you do, when it die? You howl! You howl, of remorse! You howl, as you never howled before...but it only make it worse. You know it died, and it gone to something else. You cannot bring it back, nor hope to walk along beside. So, at last you turn...into the forest ways, to let the deep and quiet...heal a broken heart.
Howwwwwll!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: lobo wolf howling in a forest, google pic
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