The Wolf

A wolf walked past my street

Shimmering moon light its coat

Lost stars beaming from it’s eyes

Its heavy grace weighed me down

I know not for whom it comes

My soul prays for itself then others

The wolf walks down my street

It shimmers moonlight about it

Stars blaze where eyes wish to see

I know whom it seeks out

There is little grace among it

There only seems ghosts of that soul

A wolf was lured to my street

It shimmers within the moonlight