Saturday, March 24, 2012

The Wolf

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.

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