The Black Wolf

                             Staring from the forest's edge, two green eyes
                             glowing at me through the darkness of night.
                             Rumors flowed of a new pack on the rise,
                             shotgun in hand, looking … wanting to fight.
                             Two years since a pack tore my wife apart.
                             I approach ... the black female staunchly stands,
                             through familiar green eyes, I see her heart,
                             knowingly seeing the gun in my hands.

                             As we said our goodbyes at the sad site,
                             a black wolf watched from behind an oak tree.
                             Bitter hearts with guns, loaded with shot and spite,
                             would have taken her life if not for me.
                             Her green eyes spotted with gold stopped me cold,
                             a window to a soul that meant no harm.
                             Across my fence, green eyes spotted with gold,
                             eyes from the grave ... no reason for alarm.

                             Back watched by ghostly eyes, I walked on home;
                             it had been two years since seeing Midnight.
                             To the night table my crying eyes roam,
                             the eye of the black wolf, a shining light.
                             Beating the sun to the day ... work at hand,
                             making my way out to the old brown shed.
                             They hit me from behind, their attack planned,
                             bleeding, I passed out, knowing I was dead.

                             I awoke with a wolf licking my face,
                             she was pulling me back from the abyss.
                             Blood squirting from my wrist at deadly pace,
                             I would have died if not for Midnight's kiss.
                             Scattered about in shreds laid three dead grey-
                             Tying my wound, I went off in my truck;
                             as I left, Midnight ran into the day.
                             With the dawn, I marveled at my good luck.

                             Returning home that night Midnight was there,
                             sitting on the porch in front of the door.
                             As I opened it, she gave me a stare,
                             entering the house, she walked across the floor.
                             She went to my bed lying across the end.
                             Tired from trials, we fell asleep.
                             Side by side into life, she's my best friend,
                             her green eyes spotted with gold make me weep.