Wolf

I am The one with fur of slate grey I tread through the forest, effortlessly As if to glide I use my victims’ weakness, Blood, As my war paint My eyes piercing First they slow your breathing And my claws stop your heart I am elusive Yet can’t be eluded My fur has glistened with a fresh snow My paws have kicked up rainbows of leaves in their defeat I’ve seen the earth change, leaves of advancement pop up I’ve been blinded by the rain I have been acquainted with the night and day The bright sun and the dim stars I have known what it is to truly be hungry, And to want And to have With the graceful, Yet gentle squalor of the earth Yours truly wolf