One rainy night
a wolf came by.
Invited itself in.
It came quietly
through the open door,
now it’s laying
on the bedroom floor.

Every rainy night
when I get ready to sleep
the wolf doesn’t howl.
It’s always the same, low growl.

The first rainy nights
I was so scared and couldn’t sleep.
Will it bite me?
Will I still be here tomorrow?
What if it eats me up alive,
and I can’t hide?

After countless rainy nights
I learned to live with it.
The wolf won’t leave.
Maybe the growl isn‘t that bad,
it helps me sleep.
And now I know:
It never bites.
At least I hope it won’t.