A wolf was spotted today
In a large empty field
Not white, red, or grey
And nothing is known about the power she wields
At least one no one could fathom

Approach and seal your fate
For the has a sharp tongue
Her words of truth ring so great
She'll have you on the run
She stands there gazing off into yonder

She has been there a long time, waiting
Guarding against a force we're too blind to see
What's in that mind of hers contemplating
Has she seen something we can't foresee
In the distance her eyes seem locked

Where is her pack
Are they the forest far behind
Watching her back
So she is never blind
She looks young but she's not

She is older than us if not wiser
Still in her prime years of life
Shutting the mouths of simple misers
Only existing in matters of light
It will be many years before she's put down

© The Wolf of Poetry Forest