call of the wild

i am a wolf
my yellow eyes glitter
growing brighter
with the moon
closing slighter
with the moon
& you relax
exposing
your weakness
i am a wolf
waiting
watching
stalking
& i tear out
your throat
not because i want to
but because
it is pre ordained
by my
wildness
my instinct
my nature.

i’m feeling extra feral these days it seems. i like the feeling. the moon was coming full as i wrote this. it’s waning now. but i am still waiting, watching with my yellow eyes, deceptively closing slightly with the moon.