The Wolverine.

A Wolverine weeps
As it yearns for the moon, having
Never tasted the stars.

They call it howling,
They call it unnatural, taboo; having
Never tasted the stars

What lasts a night and
Leaves for a month. Betrayed; having
Never tasted the stars

To make amends, to be left
Again, it calls for her. A fool, having
Never tasted the stars

Puissant, yet adherent of the rubric
Of Luna. It slaves for her company, having
Never tasted the stars.