No!
I don’t know who you are
Though I don’t need to know
For any of your treachery
Reveal the beats of howl in you

As a fierce beast you crawl
Exposing your teeth
Like a hungry tiger keen to bleed
Soft doe or small lamb
Within me I conceal

I hear you talk
With noxious secret
Fat and big!
You are like an elephant of the past
Your flesh turns to dust
When the hour lasts
Though it lasts so fast

A man! You are not
But bold animal;
A wolf of the lost times;
For a being defines strength
For affection, passion, and hence
Generous soul to display,
With bravery and nobleness
He would behave

And the animal you
Is but a wolf
Out of his cage of no rhymes
Dark being out of hearse,
Wild canine carnivore
Lusting the twilight before the full moon
Throbbing your hunger
For the cruelty of the night

A wolf carving teeth
Greedy for thousand felonies
Of the night,
Before the day rises his fears

Ruse and hunger;
Muzzle with probing stare,
Piercing black eyes
Unfolding the darkness
For your crimes
Angry teeth to thrive,
Sharp claws to unearth
And filthy nails
Notching up debris of your preys

Still I cannot behold your face;
All your traits, erased
But these grimaces
Under sheep outfit
And mischief smile to crown all

As I approach to hold your face,
You rush and disappear
Through the flame of light
With the rapidity of the wind,
Though with a curiosity,
Your shadow prevails.




N. F.