The Wolves

When I was young I dreamed

That I could run with the wolves

Couldn't tell if I was human or animal

But I could feel the wild down to my roots

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But then when I got older

The wolves sometimes turned on me

They'd leap out of the kudzu

To rise and bite my knee

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I felt so lost for a while there

In the twilight between the years

And the wolves could sense my unrest

And all my secret fears