I am on the prowl now,

a hunter in the night,

I am moving swiftly,

a soldier of the flight.

I am not unsettled,

when I meet a full grown pack,

I help them with their duties,

and earn myself a snack.

Something in them changed me,

that social hunting day,

I am now in need,

of having something else to say.

But many years have passed now,

I am no social being,

but rejected from the pack,

it's me they have no use of seeing.

The other wolves have gone now.

I am all alone,

still I can't help but wonder,

if this problem is my own.