The Aging Wolf
The Aging Wolf
Cool blue smoke – will choke
The wolf has lost his cloak.
Teeth are falling out,
Eyes are filled with doubt
Slowly going blind –
In the tatters of his mind
Stares into the looking glass,
As smoke and mirrors pass.
He withers in retreat,
He slithers in the heat.
The skies soon clear
His prey lose fear ~
He lacks senses to rescind
Like a vapour in the wind.
Valerie Hayes