The Wolf

A poem.

The Wolf, She speaks.

She guards my throat,

while I sleep.

She howls and knows,

when danger is near.

To keep me safe

She's on the prowl,

to guard and defend,

But always She returns.

To me She belongs,

to her I belong.

The eternal circle we complete.

The Wolf, She speaks.

She guards my throat,

while I sleep.

And hears my thoughts,

before I even know them,

providing comfort untold.

She heals my wounds,

both physical and beyond the skin

She keeps me well for all and all.

The Wolf, She speaks.

She guards my throat,

while I sleep.