The Wolf Inside (October 1, 2014)

There is a tapping at my door,
that will not go away.
A shadow creeps, underneath,
hiding in shade by day.

At night the wolf howls,
fierce and piercing sounds.
It grows, a soft growling,
that shakes the constant ground.

My heart, long dulled and cold,
swells with wild pride.
It longs for the restless wolf
to make lasting its home inside.

The wolf is at my door!
Rare few still live and breathe.
I cross the open threshold,
his life, I dare, to seize.