The wolf is at the door,
Waiting to get in.
Howling and slavering with pain.
I have locked the doors and barred the windows,
His howling persists.
It echoes through my head and heart.
He will get inside no matter what I do.
I feed him .
Tentatively leaving a bowl of food outside.
It is the most fearful thing I have done,
Getting to know the wolf.