I am
The one with fur of slate grey

I tread through the forest, effortlessly
As if to glide

I use my victims’ weakness,
Blood,
As my war paint

My eyes piercing
First they slow your breathing
And my claws stop your heart

I am elusive
Yet can’t be eluded

My fur has glistened with a fresh snow
My paws have kicked up rainbows of leaves in their defeat
I’ve seen the earth change, leaves of advancement pop up
I’ve been blinded by the rain

I have been acquainted with the night and day
The bright sun and the dim stars

I have known what it is to truly be hungry,
And to want
And to have

With the graceful,
Yet gentle squalor of the earth
Yours truly wolf