It’s hiding in the dark,
Yellow eyes watching;
Waiting for the right moment .
Until I think it’s moved on,
Until I start to relax.
I look for signs like footprints in the snow to see if it is stalking.
I wake up and listen to the house.
Is it too quiet?
If I stop watching, stop keeping it at bay
It will rip me open.
I want to kill the wolf.
Hunt it down and shoot it dead.
I want its yellow eyes to glaze over.
I want its skin to turn to paper.
I want to walk across its grave and laugh.
But it’s growing dark now
And somewhere the wolf is hiding.