good god
she loves me like a wolf-
paw prints in the snow.
incisors gleaming and
is that blood dripping?
yes. that's blood, alright.
who was the victim?
The hell if I know.
I'm just the object. I'm
the indirect object, the
indirect prey ... pray: that's
what you had better do
if you come between
a lady wolf and her man.
Those incisors, though.
I know, I know.
Now shut up, shut up-
here she comes.