pace silently back and forth,
in a muddy chain-link pen,
crouch silently when I come near,
watch with yellow eyes.
You should roam forests,
call mates, howl at the moon.
Here you howl and pace all night.
People do these things,
slaughter and capture wolves,
buffalo, Wounded Knee,
prisons with razor wire.
They huddle as far as they can,
yellow eyes stare back.
