Wolf Howls

Under the golden hue of the moon, a wolf howls. He cries his sounds of hushed desire, a pericing noise to chase the familiar. A truthful tale he sings to his friends who upon hearing will join the chorus. Some howl with hope, Some howl with regret, But they all howl in harmony. Not a single wolf is excluded from the magic of the music. Their howls tell an unwritten story. It's a gentle sound, enough to make anyone ponder the reason to why it's even being sung The wolves will sing, with reason or without. No one will ever truly know the reason why. You can choose to listen to the melody, or you can remain ignorant to the sweet tune they make. In the end, that's your choice. But the wolves will always sing, whether you choose you listen or not.