A lonely voice crying into the night
Trailing away, blending into the soft moan of the wind
Waiting, ever waiting for a reply
But none to be heard

He stares at the moon, baleful eye glaring back at him
He stares until all else fades into the dark
Only the shining silver light is left, until
A blink

Darkness falls
The night awaits a motion, a sound
Deep chest draws back, muzzle raises high
A mournful howl stretches from the mountains far
Seeking a long lost love
Waiting for the reply
That never comes