The Wolf

It’s hiding in the dark,

Yellow eyes  watching;

Waiting for the right moment .

Silent

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.