Wolf

Let me trade in my smile for fangs

And my feminine fingers for paws.

Let me trade in my manicured nails for claws

And my curly locks for silver fur.

Let me trade my heart shaped mouth for a long snout

And the freckles on my nose for whiskers.

Let me trade my curves for a round, bushy tail

And my clumsiness for strength and agility.

Let me trade my tears for whimpers and barks

And my voice for howls in the night.

Let me trade my dinner reservations for hunting down a moose

And my poor senses for keen ears and a nose.

Let me trade my soul for a different one

And become a friend to the moon.

Let me live my life as a wolf

And all that it encompasses.

Let me symbolize the dawn and the dusk

And let me symbolize the converging of light and darkness.

Because that is wolf,

And that is what I see, when I look in the mirror.

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