WOLVES

Who left the front gate open
Who let the wolves back in
Why are they scratching
At my door.
Do they smell my blood
Again.

The devil knows despair
but he will find none here.
My teeth are sharp
and can also rip and tear.

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Oh quake, they are full of

Oh quake, they are full of foreboding,
just hearing one in the dark of night give a howl, is blood curdling.

But these wolves of yours are scratching at an even closer door,
one which you guard well Joe.

Anni

Yes, I do, Anni, and I guard

Yes, I do, Anni, and I guard with my life.

Sono quasi tutto paralizzaato e appena riesco ad alzarmi e quando finalmente sono di piedi ci metto uno sforzo incredibile per fare due passi

Rock on, rock on Joe.

Rock on, rock on Joe.
I knew you arrived you were announced on my computer!
Guessed you would come here too.

Saw wolves today in the natural History Museum in Oslo's Botanical gardens,
we also went to the Munch Museum seeing many early paintings of his,
that was interesting. He too was an expressionist,
as we poets can be from time to time!
If not all the time :)

ICY winds made moan, we hurried indoors.
There are wolves here, although people cannot with nature,
even here they want to get rid of them; not all, we should
make it possible for them to flourish too.

Don't like the sound of what you say below, i i understand it,
strength to you Joe. Anni.