Madame Blonde – the she-wolf

It edges away.
I am not one of the pack;
To her I am a threat.
A predator,
Or am I the prey?
I try as hard as I can to get closer to her;
This strange and beautiful creature.

Wonder forming a new magic;
White scenes splashed with cyan,
Silver dreams in the woodland.

A new goddess;
Creeping further from me,
Eventually losing interest,

It simply leaves.