Urban Wolves

Hurried streets too slow for me,

Eyes sideward, glance disengaged.

Every zone scrutinized,

As paths soon become dead ends.

Amber lamps seedily shine,

On urban wolves, whose distant howls approach

Inebriated packs with staggered gate.

pained inadequacies bubble underneath,

A misspent glance could break the frayed veneer.

A citizen thrown back in time, once again becoming prey.

What happens next, as space betrays?

Tissues rehearse their bruising pain,

Adrenalin infuses for pointless counter,

Hurried blood pools in shell shocked sinews.

Yet that dark which beckons forth these wolves,

which heralds forth their lawless reign,

covers me with shaded blanket

 rendering me obsolete to the hunters gaze,

Allowing me safe passage,

Once more,

Through the lawless urban maze.