In September


One day in September
I encountered a wolf
Bright gray fur under moonlight
Its feet planted to the ground like roots
All around in the air I felt a slight breeze
The woods were dark and wet
If I tried to run, something would happen that I would regret
The carnivore started to move closer and closer with each breath
Suddenly, I sensed a chance of death
Eyes out of this world, glaring at me
So blurted out I help me help me
I fell on my knees and looking up, what do I see?
My harmless little Bucky

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