Beware! Again I say, Beware!
Not the teeth; my teeth are not set
And fear not to look into my eyes,
for I always glance askance. Shy
My muscle, sinew, and tendon
are not that alone which will bring
I am alone. I run with no pack.
A sickness has separated me;
a disease most deadly —
not of my body…
of my wolf spirit.
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For The Sunday Muse.