Tribute to Formality

Eyes straight,
hackles raised,
a tribute to formality.

Ears twitch,
nose sniffs,
a homage to ambiance.

Eyes; green,
stare into an eclipse.
Eyes; yellow,
Eyes; black,
stare into a meadow.

The green meadow,
where the sheep graze,
where the wolf waits.

The eclipse
darkens the scene,
turns all to black,
the meadow of green,
turns black.

The wolf tenses,
as does the ambiance.

The wolf pauses,
as does the formality.

Eyes; red,
reflect the blood
on teeth no longer muzzled.

- Corey Roth