David Hyatt-Bickle Poet Free verse

The Unseen Wolf

Lonely and in coldness
Mice hiding in burrows
Alone with no sunlight
“There is no wolf” some cry
But the wolf is quite real
Real as the sun itself

Waiting for him to pass
While the wolf lurks for food
Cares not for colour or gender
“My pups won’t be hunted”
But he will follow them
And find the older mice

Whispers of deaths linger
Growing like a long snake
In every part of land
“The white mice have brought him”
Some say this, and fight them
But white mice face death too

The field is quiet
The forest is silent
Green with no white or brown
“No mouse has seen the wolf”
It lives in the shadows
Leaving bones and silence

Disguise by wearing leaves
To have better chances
Of him not finding them
“Leaves are dangerous”
Leaves have no hint of harm
And are there as disguise

Lonely and in coldness
Not seeing other mice
Waiting for the huntsman
“The huntsman can kill mice”
He rarely murders mice
And is our only hope

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