Calling me. 
From an open window.
Where the moon creeps in.
overlooks the bed.

First one voice.
then another.

calling me?
hunting me?

The little girl lost.

singing of their lost pup.
grieving the one who did not make it.

I am the lost one.
brought up in the human world.
learned to read and write.
stared out the window.
longing to find belonging.
find the pack,

would they take me back?