It's hard to explain without being petty
but
I felt locked outside in the winter
watching people at a warm fire
I was unable to get the lock to work
my key was old
and out of place
meanwhile
people were parading down the staircase
spilling wine on marble countertops
and sighing
as they plopped down to
laugh
together.
I am outside anyways so I will
listen carefully
for the howl
of the
wolf.
There is a little White Fang in me.
Perhaps I'm just worrying about the sled dogs
happy, sloppy and well fed
when I need to be out running
without a harness.