A wolf cries

Among the black clouds of the night, the moon hides, finally illuminating, around a gray halo. A firefly, some wild leaves in my hands, the company of the night of silence. He helps me, a wolf cries while an ant passes by, who thinks he is right. And to think that I undress completely, and I don't play, and that lightness is my strong point, and that I could only live in moments, only a moment. You do not see me if I act, carved branches, you do not see me because your eyes are covered with tears, you cry, and again I feel, useless.