Wolf Dance Poem by Lisa Pringle

I danced with a wolf in my midday dream
His lips brushed my neck - a silent scream!
He held me tight and I heard his breathing,
As all around me his spell he was weaving.
His step it was light as he spun me around,
My feet only fleetingly touching the ground.
Our crazy whirling was out of control.
In one more moment I would lose my soul.
The ground rose up as the trees closed in,
And I felt a disquiet beneath my skin.
My senses awakened and I smelt a scent,
White fangs in the dimness, his head slightly bent…