the wolf

I’m the one you heard howling behind your doors last night. Sitting in front of your warm fireplace, curious but frightened you were.

You use my name to scare your children, and you never dared to look in my face. You think I’m a menace. You like to think I’m a menace.

I’m the one you saw waiting in the moonlight. You were watching me there, with your pale face against the frost-covered window.

You never let me in.