If you don't like it, that's okay. I just happen to be captivated by the format of the villanelle and feel like sharing it with others.
The Wolf
An eerie echo, plaintive cry,
is heard at night in forest lands,
a mournful call, a lonely sigh.
A wolf that bids a mate goodbye
with only voice that it commands,
an eerie echo, plaintive cry.
Its sad lament cannot defy
the order of what life demands
in mournful call and lonely sigh.
It strains to hear some like reply,
adrift by fate in nature's hands,
an eerie echo, plaintive cry.
Again the desperate plea shall fly
to where an empty hill still stands.
A mournful call and lonely sigh.
Alas! Lost love will not comply—
O'er moonlit snow the sound expands,
an eerie echo, plaintive cry,
a mournful call, a lonely sigh.