Groove

The old wolf looked affectionately at me,

“So you’ve chosen to come back?”

Yes, I nodded, trying to look eager

To run with the pack.

“Why?” He asked, “Is it not fun

To walk on two?”

It is, but maybe, I still belong

To the wolves.

“Well,” he said, “I introduce you

To N-wolf, he now leads the pack here;

I just look into the big things."

N-wolf sat in his cosy den,

Flashing his busy tail

Inspecting the prey

With busy claws.

“Can I offer you some?” He smirked.

No, I possibly made the point too strongly.

“Do you remember how to run with the pack?”

Sure, I do.

“But you are behaving like humans; head high

On two, evading reality?”

I kept quiet, not wanting to sound defensive.

“We are a small pack, we need to hunt more

To feed ourselves and to conquer others.”

Is it necessary to hunt without reason?

“It is necessary to hunt so that others fear

How else will we lead?”

I looked on as he dug his claws

Onto the dead rabbit

And licked with glory.

The flap to his den opened

And his trainee entered

With yet another dead rabbit.

He looked proudly at me,

“This is how I train my juniors.”

He took the fresh corpse

And handed over the licked one.

The trainee looked at it,

And managed to disguise

His flash of disgust.

I looked at him confused,

The old wolf was different.

“You’ve learnt to walk on two,

Maybe you cannot run

With the wolves again.”

This time around,

I did not feel the need to justify...