My wolf

well...,

im sittin on my window frame,
hoping to see some wishing stars
as the moon looks like a huge pancake,
i know that theres something very fishy in the dark wood..
i know that somewhere behind the azalea bushes,
somehow,
my wolf is changing..,ready for me..
i watch as he climb up my porch,
terribly clumsy,
but unbearably sexy..,
and i cracked a smile when he stumbled to take my hand..
he call my name..and
i smile coz right now,
he doesnt look like a wolf,
but looked everything like my wolf..