Wolf Story
I walk the roads of countryside
To get back home at night
I keep my feet on well worn path
The full moon is my light
I move along with hurried pace
My heart beats like a drum
A fear inside is pushing me
I feel like I must run
I've heard from people in the town
That something's on the prowl
I tell myself it isn't true
But then I hear it howl
I stop in frozen silence
As I listen all around
At snapping twigs and rustling leaves
And horrifying sounds
It's as if it's chasing me
And wants to see me dead
It fills my mind with terror
And it fills my heart with dread
A darkened cloud consumes the moon
I lose my sight of way
Oh dear Lord I wish I had
The precious light of day
I stumble round and falter
Then I drop down to my knees
I fold my hands and bow my head
And pray that it's not me
Don't let me be the next one
That the tavern folks will tell
Got torn apart while it was dark
And they were drinking ale
I find my feet and run again
With moonbeams back in view
But something follows close behind
I fear what it will do
I fall again. I rise again
My back's against a tree
I look around from side to side
And that's when it finds me
Our eyes are locked together
As predator and prey
Will this be the final hour
That ends my final day?
Its canine teeth are glowing
In the brilliant full moonlight
I close my eyes and wait to feel
The wrath of its first bite
My heart is beating loudly
I can hear it in my ears
I pray for God to save me
From this terror that I fear
With my arms behind me
Wrapped around this trees embrace
I feel the wolf approach me
And its hot breath on my face
I sense the wetness of its nose
Pressed against my own
It sniffs and snorts and hesitates
I wonder what is wrong
My left eye slowly opens
And I see its hungry glare
I open up the other
And I meet it stare to stare
The next thing I remember
I awakened in the woods
Laying by the very tree
Where earlier I stood
I stagger to my feet
And try to shake my foggy head
I rub my eyes and wonder
Why it is that I'm not dead
I do my best to recollect
Events of hours past
How did I escape unharmed
With no more than a scratch?
I make my way through wooded glade
And find the traveled trail
I don't know how I did it
But I used my sense of smell
I finally make it to my home
As dawn is on the rise
I shed my clothes and fall to bed
Then close my wolfen eyes
Rockman :-)
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2011
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