I Worry How She Is

I worry how she is

One wrong step, a necessity lost

I was driving to my home

from my old home

The naturally fleet of foot

now with a slow, yanking stride

the deer's spring is sprung by one leg sprained

Three is not always one less than four

sometimes not wholly entire

means food for the gyre

there are wolves in our woods

Not an hour past

I slowed on the road as she passed

now I lay alone in my bed

She's gone off with a wolf now

we were two, now I'm much less than one

One wrong step, the wolf's lip will twitch

I worry how she is