Emotions
Like thickets
Full of underbrush
Crowd my heart
With warm memories
Of yesterday
But occasionally
The wolf comes out
From the thicket
And i run home
For the rifle
Only to stand alone
Befuddled
As the wolf vanishes
Someday he will come
For the child within
My aged frame
But until then
Only spectres
Wolf will have his day
As he had before
In the thickets
Of my soul