The Wolf

She spoke of the big wolves’ presence
looming in the darkness, outside our sky house.

Their eyes, cold, pierce through the night,
mingling with the fog of the forest.
With each step, their paws leave prints
of dread behind. Their fur, a velvet of shadows,
lures prey into their trap, aided by the pack.
Carried by haunting echoes and seducing howls,
before their softly sharpened teeth, glistening
under the moon, latch onto you.

She warns of their ruthless grace,
lurking beyond the safety of her embrace,
embodying the essence of dangerous charm.

But how do I tell her about the wolf
sitting at the table with us,
eating my marshmallows ?