Wolves

Look out for me in the woods.
I’m watching you.
My slick, slender body striding beneath the darkness,
like a shadow you can never see.

I howl as the moon shines, like a round glowing iceberg,
floating in the sky.
My ears twitch at the slightest sound,
that most will never hear.

I feel the presence of another as if by magic.
The world is in my mind, knowing, watching my every move.
Though even the world is never in control.
The thought is the power.

But even I have yet to learn the powers of the universe.
Screaming to be explored.
Wishing more new the secrets which lie in every source of this world.
Dying, hoping, for someone to yell a loud,

I know there’s more. Even if you don’t.