BLACK WOLF IN NIGHT

Like a shadow in a dark night tracing the settlement.

His face is sadistic!
Life is getting rusty. Sometimes cursing his own shadow.

Every shadow, people locked the door tightly and sneered about his death.

They ran to her mother's armpit,
They ran into his father's arms,

They speak in the inner language of each other.

Penetrated by darkness like a soldier forced by circumstances.

Black shadows whose energy is drained and their lives are in danger of often complaining and screaming.

And every time the wolf barked the sound, his tears dripped, fire.
2019

Poetry from Seha76!Image from Google!