Dark bits.

The world is a cage, my dear. It's bars are made of work, 

                                                                                           obligations, commutes, holidays

                                               norms.

They keep me contained. Restrained, my dear.

Frus.trated, stressed. Hungry.

     The world is cage, but night is a key.

Darkness, release, and invitation to hunt.

In dark, the bars disappear, my dear.

And the wolf is free

                             to hunt to taste to smell to nip  

to mark, to claim, to bite, my dear.

The wolf is free to take. To rake. To slake

our mutual hungers

my deer.