Shadow Of The Wolf Poem by Eva Mae Witt

Today as I was walking out in the woods
Thelma and I were spooked by a dark shadow
We soon found out as we firmly stood

The shadow was a shadow of a wolf
Thelma was quite scared but I only
just stared and thought of Beowulf
We made our way out of the dark woods

And firmly we both declared we'd never
walk whenever darkness befell and stood
between ourselves, we continually walked
and did not see again the shadow of a wolf

On a great many days we walked and talked
Of the beauty within the vast timberland
and every now and then we both think
of the beauty held within our captive
EYES: THE SHADOW OF THE WOLF.