In the night of darkness we know not all that creeps,
Though we can hear the sounds of life that screams and weeps.
You can’t be sure if you’ll be safe through the night,
For we never know what may take plight.
You hear all kinds of sounds that will send shivers up your spine,
And if you don’t know your enemy then it’s just a matter of time.
But you stay a bit longer thinking all is fine,
While the wolf has in mind, your body to dine.
You turn around in the dark and there standing ready and fresh,
Is the half starved wolf that will eat your flesh.
* This painting and poem is dedicated to my good friend Andro..
Deb Adams, copyright 2012