Wolves of Song

When you open up your window at night, maybe just to let in the cool breeze, if you sit there for a few moments silently, a whole world will open up to your ears. Birds will twitter, small rodents will scurry through the foliage, and maybe, just maybe, if you listen long enough you’ll hear a song. A wolf’s song will fill your soul. It will reach deep inside the human spirit and pluck at a the heart strings. Depending on who you’re listening to, you’ll get a different sound. Say it’s a whole pack, one of the members went off to go watch the land, look for intruders and they’ve come back with good news. The scout will lift it’s muzzle on its way back home, let a triumphant song raise in notes to be this spectacular, light sounding song and soon more voices will join him. The alphas will start, their voices will echo, praise the scout and celebrate with him while pulling him back home. Then, the rest of the pack will join in, their voices sounding over joyed to hear the good news, to be safe. However, if you hear me call out you won’t hear anything like that. My song is one of sadness and loneliness. I don’t have a pack, I’m on my own, and no one seems to care. Sure, sometimes I have to interact with others and I have my few acquaintances here and there that I happen to bump into from time to time, but I don’t have a pack. I don’t have a family, I don’t have actual wolves that I can admit I would fight and die for. If you’ve hear my song, chances are you’ve heard it before. My voice is one of the few things I relish in.

My voice starts quiet and shy, I don’t want to call attention to myself, especially if I’m in a new land and I don’t know if I’m intruding. Over a few moments though, I get my bearings and I let go, the dark sound crescendos, a sound of longing and deep with the sultry need for love. My song tells a tale of constant wandering and as I let my inhibitions go, it grows louder, wavering, dipping lower and rising higher, it practically tells the tale of life until now and it’s always the same song. I express everything I am, from wolf to my new human side in my voice and my howl. This is who I am, this is who I’ve become and my life is now being broadcast before me in the form of memories stitched together by a digital thread. With fingers I type, with paws I run. With skin I blush, with fur I hide.