Bubbling brook

In the meadows of this wide old world
On winds with whispers long enswirled
In moonlights silver cloak unfurled
He awaits you in a dream

Near the coolness of a bubbling brook
In the shadow you watched what barely shook
As something crooked out to have a look
And in yours eyes set a gleam

Was a slender wolf with a shaggy tail
Looking hungry and just a bit to frail
It drew deep breaths as if to wail
When it saw you by the stream

And its pink soft toungue hung idly by
It stretched its legs and yawned a sigh
He lay down to watch this passerby
Who was more than they would seem

So to you dear dreamer near the water
Dare you fearfully to creep and totter
To the wolf whose breath is growing hotter
Or instead, will you just scream

Or instead, will you just scream