A wolf came to me in the night He seemed bad But was looking for good He approached I wasn’t scared Intrigued Unalarmed He didn’t bark or growl Just sniffed around He postured to show he was strong A little impressed, but not enough This wolf roams with a pack But cherishes his solitude Dark and strong A gentle giant But not to be mistaken for soft The wolf came to me again And again And again And again I found him endearing Mysterious Who is this wolf? How does he want me? Perhaps for dinner Or just the start Maybe dessert This wolf was unlike any in the pack He was hungry But not desperate He was strong But not aggressive He was warm But not weak He was persistent But not intrusive I decided I liked this wolf So I approached I looked into his eyes I felt his heat I wanted to hear him growl He waited for me And then I pounced August 7, 2014 #poetry #writingislife #exploringtheoldtocreateanew #harlemgirlfarmworld #realtalkeverything #wolfstories #heartwork #expression