Visiting Wolf

I spy a pair of lifeless eyes,

a fog upon the windowpane,

a bluster to my sun-disguise,

I spy a pair of lifeless eyes.

Here comes his cloud of biting-flies

to vacuum my walls bare again.

I spy a pair of lifeless eyes,

a fog upon the windowpane.

This feeling like a heavy dream;

two bright, blunt paws to push me down.

Held hostage by a silent scream,

this feeling like a heavy dream.

The silver searches for a gleam,

a spark below my dented frown.

This feeling like a heavy dream;

two bright, blunt paws to push me down.

It’s strange to have a thing in bed,

curling, balled-up, breathing slow,

a heap of fur beside my head,

it’s strange to have a thing in bed.

Why can’t I feel the colour red?

I wonder if the thing would know.

It’s strange to have a thing in bed,

curling, balled-up, breathing slow.