A pacing wolf in mourning,
the big bad wolf has lost her little girl.
No smells of dinner cooking
no light waiting in the window
no brushing of my tangled fur
no couch TV…
The walls mock me,
“Mad thing! You believed!!
that boots were ballet slippers
and woods could be a family
Who gave you X-Ray vision?
Get some glasses please.”
I slink from all those carolers
whose voices fill the air,
the trails lose her scent now,
with this mind, a drunken guide.
It just takes one to hear a falling tree
and I hear roaring dominoes
as forests tumble down around me.
In my castle floating on the hill
There is no room without her,
no room that doesn’t show me
her passage through my life.
It was never my intention to eat her
and destroy her
but I’m a wolf and so one day…..
that’s just how the story goes.
December 15, 2013
*footnote: The illustration is from http://www.deviantart.com entitiled “Wolfenchanter”