I cannot show you that I’m hungry
because you might see it as a sign
of weakness and attack me.
You are the Beta wolf,
guard your throat.

I cannot let you see
that I’m awake, though you can sense
changes in my breathing.
Your face is mere inches from
mine.

I cannot let you own me,
bring you water, food your bowl.
You size me up,
don’t you?
You may live longer than I.

I cannot match your wit,
though I do not know your thoughts.
Even after years alone
you catch my eye,
my ghost wilts away.