It felt good
when switchblades
opened up
in the bite of a wolf.

Knocking on your door
I should have known
your response.

Wandering away from home
so young,

what did I know?

Other than a million magic breezes,
or a haunted taste of beauty without claws.

What could I see skipping
through the dark?

Fireflies like stars with wings glittering all of night, enthralling
my wonder, making it grow.

How did I feel when they circled all around me?

Choking on tears,
swallowed by hate
not knowing blood would follow.

What did I learn from your ruthless run?

Leaping wild through branch, drinking from a poison lake,

using the fang,
licking my claws clean
for another night hunt.

Taming you took practice,
I had to search with
everything I had
in order to bless you
and set you free.

Tell me wolf.

How does it feel now knowing I am hunting you?