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.