Green eyes staring at me
like emeralds shining in the dark
there was a voice whispering
beware of the wolf
too young and fearless
ready to attack but undecided
I listened the voice
I covered my face
stood still
the green lights went away
leaving me thoughtful
wishing I was brave
to pet the wolf´s head
with no fear
of losing my hand.
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