The lone wolf
Travels alone
Over the hills
And through the water
It hunts alone
For rabbits and mice
Always hungry always cold
With its ragged fur
And matted fur
The wolf shivers at night
But only from the ache of its heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although this one is sad it is nicely done. Make me feel for that lone wolf and hopes he finds his pack!