I’ve always been afraid of you,
since you first terrorised my dream,
sank your teeth into my innocent forearm,
leaving droplets of freckle blood.
I always leapt onto my childhood bed
knowing you lay beneath,
ready to reach out and swipe with a paw
any sign of vigilance weak.
The cool of your eye made me fear my blue
avoiding it as alien to me.
Better my red, to warn you off,
keep me safe from your knowing prowl.
And yet you haunt my waking life:
on your hind legs now, you smirk at my work.
As if you can’t bear for my truth to break free
you keep me caged in your mockery.
If you were my friend, I’d keep you my pet
to bite at my enemies instead.
Yet that’s what I let you do to me:
keeps me superior, smug, lonely, apart.
Wolves are meant to hunt in packs
so why did I get you alone?
Why are you lost, tormenting me so?
Do wolf and go howl at the moon.
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