If only, if only the Woodpecker sighed, and the Wolf cries to the Moon,

The Moon alone in the sky,
the pack not answering, no stars to join the moon in watching the earthly splendor,
the Wolf left on his own, shunned from his world.

The Moon left to her lonesome person, glowing orange, given a mournful keening to her ears, seen a wolf abandoned, "Not so different Wolf, you and I, I and you."

The wolf drifts through the forest, trying to run from his past, his memories that torment him.
All the while, the Moon watches on, self-absorbed in misery, glad for the light veil of fog, and lower mist.

The Wolf wishing that someone would acknowledge or notice him, he felt as if an omnipotent being had erased him from the world, passing others by as if he were an ant.

The Moon watched on till morn, when they both laid to rest on misery, contemplating their past and why they were cursed to this short existence, which had yielded more misfortune then bliss.

Both hoping for a better, happier form and life in their reincarnation.