The Wolf On My Porch

There’s a wolf on my porch.

It’s been there all my life

Holding the foundation of my home.

There’s a wolf on my porch

And he never gets old

Silver-gray fur shining bright through the years.

I sit with the wolf

When winter gets cold

He wraps me in fur while I lend him my coat

But the wolf has scars

Showing through the thick skin

And when the wounds open up, he howls at my door

And the moon wanes in sympathy in the sky above.

His claws have been sharpened

But they’ve never been used

They etch paths in the snow 

Old and new, filled with memories.

The wolf is powerful

But his bite is not sharp

Rather a fatherly embrace that protects so fiercely. 

There’s a dog on my porch

You’ve been there all my life

No matter where I go

Your tracks will follow beside me.