Simply Not Afraid. Poem by Wolfie God

My fingers trace the lines in my face,
Shocked by my age they gasp.
I stutter my words to expressions,
A fool separated from his mind they say.
Crisp and thinking.

The days draw to a close,
Night sets in alongside the moon.
Wrinkles on my face grow more apparent,
Horrid beast I have become.
Lost and alone.

I smell the air with a sudden realization,
Cold and daunting the snow whispers a song.
The clock strike the witching hour,
Time subsides in my mind.
Devilish and seeking love.

Winds howl along my ears,
They sing a song of hunters approaching.
I duck into the log hollowed by termites,
Warm and inviting it seems.
Tempered and Angry.

Their voices ring out in the night,
The guns they carry are made to kill the wicked.
I shiver in the hole not from the cold but afraid to act,
The only plan is to kill them.
Hurting and Afraid.

It grows quiet now only owls make a hooting,
Still hiding in the log I peek out and sniff the air.
I don’t fear them but they have families,
Killing the provider would disdain my role.
Honoring and Accepting.

I am what breathing men would kill.
Hang me as a trophy.
Only silver kills us.
The shot only burns for a moment then darkness falls.
Alone again.