1
Where Wolfs Just!
Eye Me,
As I Stare at the
Light of Half Moon.
Pacing Side to Side
Heads and Tails Up High,
Lunge-ing But not
Ma-king A-ny Big Moves.
Their Ears Move To And
A-way Mile Wide Stares,
Eye to Eye with Me
Just Wai-ting for Bells.
To Ring The Tune For
Me to Run with Pack,
Or For the Pack to
Run a-fter Me Too.
2
Encircled with-in
This Den of Li-ons,
I a-void A-ll
Car-nal Tempt-ation.
In Question of
Be-ing Bitt-en,
Tho Half Con-cealed
In Time w-ill be Reveal.
It’s Saliva the
Full Moon call-s,
In a Pain-ful
Trans-form-ation.
As a Tu-ning
Fork Struck!
Vi-brates in Me The
Book of Revelations.
3
2 will Walk as
1 Change The
0-ther Will Be,
Re-mains!
I am Center Stage,
Watched and contained.
Wait till the Fat Lady Sing!
And the Audience is Mad.
This develop-ing Song
Un-sung as Their Mood
Increases while Half Moon,
Diminish-es in Shade.
Like opening a Bird Cage,
When the Curtains Came.
Now Full moon and I
Remain Man Made!
4
Lost We-re-Wolf Just
Eye-s Me As I
Stare in-side The
Light of A Fu-ll
Moo——————n
Inhaling inside Deep
As if Catch-ing the
Last Scent of A
Gone Per-fume.
Darkness Sur-rounds
Me as an In-creasing
Bell Ring cause Drooling
Ton-gue swing-s,
On Outer Shapes
Of My Ca-nines,
To Sug-gest that
I Ma-y Be Food!
