A lone wolf with no companion
The sun shining reflecting off the snow makes his fur seem glossy, thick, soft and warm.
And his eyes show wisdom, and wildness, but kindness, loneliness, and sadness.
Isn't he something like me?
He is strong, cunning, skillfull, but merciful and gentle.
He faces the elements that would make him mighty.
For he has no companion, no mate, and no leader.
He lives; but barely.
But it is his wisdom, his kindness, his lonliness, his sadness, his mercy, and his gentleness that makes me feel pity and love for him.
I say again, isn't he something like me?