Feral

I stand here,
I stand here barely,
barely holding on to the presence keeping me close.

Distorted raindrops, smothered with the taint of black
keep pelting my coat.
I cant feel now, my skin's become frozen.

As the days pass over, I wait...
I wait in patience for the flesh to return to my bones.
I feel to weak to move, my family has left me,
where did they go?
I feel so lonely, lost without hope.

The tree's look empty, like skeletons,
the wind only echoes past them,
no leaves to blow the wind howls in sorrow.
Will this be me?
life like an empty tree.
 

I shed a tear, I do not wish to fade alone.
I'll ruffle my nose into my tail
and stay a little longer I suppose.

I hear a howl in the distance, wait...
my voice has left me, I feel so tired now,
cant lift my head, but I am at ease.
Its okay I'm sure they will find me
before my last breath.