I saw a coyote, hearing the wolves howling, mourning lack of a pack to howl with.

Darkest blanket
blaring silence
the sun so bright
but night call sank it

caramel pelt
wet nose snuffling
loners lament
the quiet so muffling

howling neighbor
joined by others
a chorus of instinct
does me no favor

Heart wrenching yearning
inner self critique
I feel compelled to join them
I still have much learning

For I am a loner
the name speaks all
I may run on four legs
But come moon, I cannot call