The Wolf

I am the wolf masked as sheep.

I know I am the disguised demon

In this group of my real innocent preys.

Last day, that black lamb cut his cheek

From the sharp grass at the meadow's edge.

The scent of the blood drove me insane.

I could bite off him to death,

Savour the still warm flesh,

Chew the juicy young meat,

And swallow the whole into my belly.

Ah! I had come here for that

Happy suppers I could relish.

I know I am the disguised demon

And my mouth waters with mere thoughts.

But I found myself nursing his wound.

He called me "Mommy"

And that I looked like her.

I denied, ignored but gave up at his tantrums.

Oh Lord! This tiny creature, I doubt, 

Has stolen my courage.

I know I am the disguised demon

But this mask distracts me.