We see wolves moving around in packs,

As they hunt for their prey.

There are wolves in the forests,

There are wolves in the snow.

We see dead animals here and there.

Wolves, beware hunting season is here.

The writers love to belong,

To clubs, groups and communities.

When their voices are suppressed,

They take up pens and get anxious.

A writer can be a lone wolf

As he or she creates the next novel.

Overcoming procrastination every day,

Requires a sense of purpose and will.