The She Wolf
She wolf howls her needs in a chilling voice.
Night listens, enthralled, yet terrified,
knowing she will take what she wants.
She lopes toward her prey, taking no prisoners
devouring those who irritate, anger or stifle her.
This she wolf appears the second the human's eyes begin flickering
In REM sleep, they leap over those who would thwart them.
Wolf howling comes from the bowels of their inner pain.
It is a sound that a spiritual entity cannot forget,
Even I am terrified by it.
And I am the she wolf.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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