A WOLFISH TALE

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After years of keeping

the wolf from the door,

I let him in.

Oh! He was wild!

He wilded me along the shore;

I'd be untamed

forevermore.

Through Wild Thing's door,

we loped along,

cavorted 'cross the forest floor,

howled under the moon

our song.

I wasn’t lonely any more.

He led me such

a merry chase.

Toothy grin

and wolfish face,

feet and paws

never apart,

he claimed each corner

of my heart.

In time our steps slowed

to a hobble.

I knew that soon

I'd be bereft.

His paws still padding soft

beside me,

I grieved his loss

before he left.

I've mourned his leaving

all the years

from the day

this wolf tale ends.

In dreams, he asks,

"why are you grieving?"

I say, "I've lost my dearest friend."

He smiles his toothy smile at me,

reminding me,

"Love never ends."

for my prompt at Real Toads: Un-Fairy Tales  and shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

When I look back at those years, he and I truly did live a fairy tale. Those years are golden in memory. I have been given many gifts, this lifetime.