For Manty, my triangle
They got in the car
and they drove to Yellowstone.
It was a beautiful day out there.
When the sun went down, the
night was beautiful too.
But when it rose again the next
morning, they were gone.
He ran down the road, chasing
them for as long as he could.
But they disappeared over the horizon.
They had forgotten him.
That night, he heard sounds from
beyond the trees.
It was the wolves, hunting
in the woods.
He followed them
and ran with them through the fields.
He learned to howl at the moon.
When dawn broke and they
returned to their den, so did he.
Each night he roamed through
Yellowstone with the wolf pack.
Each day he slept among his kind.
Then one day, as the sun was
setting and he was returning to
his den, he saw his family.
But he didn’t belong to them anymore.