Wolf

In Memoriam

When we hear of the tale of the boy who cried wolf,

it's a warning to not make a scene;

but what of the wolves that may prey on the mind?

The kind that only one's eyes have seen.

Let's imagine, for once, that the time he first cried

was a time when his fears had grown great.

And the second came only because on those nerves,

his fears would unyieldingly grate.

Was a third time too many, despite all the fear?

Cries too loud for wolves deemed unreal.

They're emergency drills - for indeed one could come;

but those cries just made all trust unreel.

And he laughed, some will chide, when the rescuers came -

a sure sign that his calls were in vain.

Or is that just what he would have them believe,

just to shield his mind's ludicrous vein.

Did she call?  I quite often have questioned myself.

If she did then why didn't I hear?

Would I have somehow someway lended myself?

Perhaps then she'd still prob'ly be here.