The Wolf Who Could Fly

He walked all day and all night
Crossing barren plains and lush green forests.
He would spend some time looking up at the starry sky
He was the wolf who could fly.

He ventured deeper into undiscovered ground,
Looking for something of value.
When disappointment struck, he did issue an outcry
He was the wolf who could fly.

He had abandoned his bittersweet home
As he was all alone.
The thought made tears fill his eye;
He was the wolf who could fly.

He broke his journey at a green copse
For he heard familiar howls.
He hid and turned a vigilant spy
He was the wolf who could fly.

Perfectly blended in with his background,
He saw a pack of unknown capering comrades
But, was too dangerously shy;
He was the wolf that could fly.

Their beaming howls appeared strange and distant,
He was overcome by doubt and confusion.
He slowly retreated issuing a mournful sigh
He was the wolf who could fly.

His furry paws took him to the edge of land
And there he was greeted by a glinting emerald sea.
His lonely soul was no longer dry
He was the wolf who would fly.

He tread the cool, soothing water
And pondered about his life;
His past seemed cold and wry-
He was the wolf who could fly.

Everything was a vivid, taunting blur,
Every sight, every feeling, every smell.
He ruminated, wondering if he had been living a lie;
He was the wolf who could fly.

Overcome by a roaring epiphany
Which marshaled him toward the light;
He dispensed of his old ways and did comply-
He was the wolf who could fly.

Slowly and tenderly, happiness imbued his soul
Cleansing his anguished substance.
He prepared to soar the nebulous sky,
He was the wolf who could fly.

The glacial and celestial wind
Made him feel divine.
Alas, he had found what he yearned for and reality did he defy,
For he was the wolf who did fly.