The Wolf

By twilight-obsessed

Alone, on a dark night,
Not a leaf stirs,
Not a bird takes flight,
Only the sound of footsteps through firs.
Suddenly, in the distance,
A shadow appears
Then, like a missed chance,
It soon disappears.
You stand there and wonder,
Feeling a slight chill,
Then hear a howl from far yonder,
There up on the hill.
It is a wolf that you hear,
It is a wolf that you see,
A grey wolf you observe,
To be the same wolf as me!