The Lone Wolf

The lone wolf; The lean wolf The big bad wolf am I. I walk, I prowl, I stalk, I howl At the moon in a wind-whipped sky. Slack of jaw And sharp of claw The wicked wolf am I. I walk, I howl, I stalk, I prowl With hunger in my eye. When the snow drifts And the wind lifts You can hear my chilling cry As I howl and walk And prowl and stalk The rabbit running by. You never see The other me: The soft and gentle side. The she-wolf mother Who has another For whom she must provide. My darling fair Asleep in the lair As innocent as a lamb Must be kept alive Or she won’t survive. This too is who I am This other wolf This mother wolf This wolf of the Tundra wild Who walks the night In the pale moonlight Fearing for the life of her child. The lone wolf The lean wolf Returning to my lair To find my cub My plump little chub Softly sleeping there.