Wolf

T hrough the wooded flat land.
Your running from the chase.
Steady and strong behind you,
I'm keeping up the pace.

Your heart beats heavy.
Your leg's feel like lead.
You stumble off your feet.
As I dance around your head.

I lick teasing at your ear.
Nibbling just a little.
So I can taste your fear.

Your salty tears have began falling down.
I listen as you pray.
Leaving you in your nightmare.
I turn and slowly trot away.

Leaving you a memory.
Of how a wolf can have his way.

-Brian Magee-