Luna-moon-wolf

Watching from the shadows, I see the world for what it truly is. The pain, the suffering, And even the malice that fills the void. I don't understand how my human, How my other half, can stand them. With their selfish wants, And their furless bodies, It amazes me how he can walk among them, And not quiver at their strangeness. But maybe it's me who's strange… The one who might not fit. I hide in the fabric of his soul, Forever watching the world, And waiting for another who is just like us, Another who can understand… Though my time does get lonely, I often enjoy giving my human things, That remind him of what he truly is,