The wolf cries boy cries wolf
by You Have My Word
The wolf cries boy and no one comes running. Not the first time, not any time after that. Every full moon an empty howl fills a sky darker than the bottom of his feet.
He’s been running for too long – dirty and distant – running wild rings around the haunting.
Night descends in a furious wash of colour. Not a timid shower but a flood of blood and violence. His solace hides in a sympathetic sky and his pleads become the wolf.
The boy cries wolf and everyone comes running. To point fingers and to watch the fight.