Creature of the Night

Standing, staring at the shadows, waiting

Tense, not wanting to move
Fearful that they won't come

A shadow moves and it's there

Standing gracefully in front of you

So much a part of the night
And you ache at its sheer power

The wolf
Full of wisdom
Always belonging
You want to follow it into the forest and join its world

Your eyes meat
For only a second you are staring into the cold piercing stare of this creature that you know so well
Yet are only beginning to understand

He disappears
Melting into the shadows again

Leaving you breathless and full of wonder

This being
this mysterious power
is the wolf
a creature of the night

by Amanda Mathieu ©2009

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