Wolf.

You have no clue, perhaps that’s just as well,
The power my canine senses bring to bear,
While all I am is trained upon your smell,
All that you are is present in the air.

Each fleeting thought and all your private dreams
Change chemistry your body then exudes,
I howl because I taste your primal screams
And pace when breezes bring brief interludes.

I’m lost in your intoxicating scents
And writhe in hunger you could not survive.
The bars may hold, I saw you through the fence,
But that’s the only reason you’re alive.

You came to me to seek some recollection,
You thought that nature might provide a home,
But in my eyes you’ll see no kind reflection,
Just hunger, and a mouth of fangs and foam.

Your scent has captured everything I feel,
No thoughts distract this instinct or desire,
You now exist to bring my life a meal,
And I, to bring you deep inside my fire.

You leave, and wise to heed your growing fear,
I breathe you in, each moment wanting more,
The keeper tries to feed this wolf a deer,
But in a flash I’ve leaped right through the door.

I’m on you in a second, just a blink,
And smell the terror knowing you are mine,
But as I grab and teeth begin to sink
You’ll get your wish, our lives will now combine.


John H. Bidwell