Wolf

You look at me,
Strange and cruel,
Why must it be;
Is it who I am,
Or who you want me to be.
These eyes;
Like lemons,
They’re just my specialty
These fangs;
Like daggers,
They’re for show
There’s no need for fear;
I am simply,
Wolf.
You find me
Fierce and foreign,
But aren’t you,
Aren’t all of us,
Or is it you.
These claws;
Like razors,
They’re for traction
This size;
Like a boulder,
It comes naturally,
There’s no need to cower;
I am merely,
Wolf.
You see me
Fire and ice,
My pelt and face and fur
Is this not beautiful,
Or is it you
This growl;
Of thunder,
It’s my laughter
These bones;
Of steel,
For protection
There’s no need to hide;
I am truly,
Wolf
You hunt me;
Flesh and blood,
Trophy and wealth for the taking
What am I;
If you are animal,
I am predator.
This nose;
Superior of competition,
Simply scent
This leap;
Surpassing challenge
For speed.
You cannot run;
I am hunting.
Wolf