Waiting for a Song

The wolf, lonely
in the shadows
sits and calls
to its dear friend
the moon.
Sad songs of
sorrow echo
throughout
the night.
The wolf rises
with its songs
only to glow
in the sky
waiting patiently
for its friend
to sing again.

Just a little poem I wrote quickly for English. We're supposed to take an object or creature and morph it into something else via poem. I think that it's okay, not a favorite poem of mine, but still good enough for me :)

~Mason