Wolves

Maybe wolves know how to love.

Maybe they understand rules of the universe we all can’t help but fight over.

It makes me sad, the fighting. 

And the yelling, it makes me scared.

Scared of crimes I don’t know yet that I’ve committed.

But it also makes my mind quiet, my heart flutter.

Maybe wolves can tell the difference, between joy and fear. 

Maybe it doesn’t even matter to them, they can touch it however they wish.

And maybe wolves know how to fight instead of simply giving up. 

Because they know that if another of their kind was there, they would do the same thing. 

Maybe that’s why they know how to love.