Wolves Night Out
This is one of those expressions that just came on a flight of fancy. No truth, just purely imagination. Wolves Night Out I hear the wolves howling, and the blood, stops in my veins My breath begins to quicken, my fear, I cannot feign Will I become their dinner, beneath this bright full moon? My senses are a jangle, for I feel, I’ll know it soon Red eyes, glow in the dark, as they lock upon their target The thickly dense night air, begins to fill, with their snarling argot Then instantly, it’s silent as, my breathing joins the freeze For in that very moment, a life, was taken with such ease I realise I am thinking, with a bonus, of feeling too Which means I’m very lucky, for on me, they did not chew! © Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2018 – Expression #199 13.5.18 Image from Pixabay ©mohamed_hassan If you like this poem please feel free to share, as it may just be what someone needs to brighten their day. If you feel so inclined to l...