FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

Wolves haunt me
And I try to run away
As fast as the dust
Blown by the wind

They hunt
Desiring to eat
All of me
Flesh, cartilage,
Nerves
And bones
And finally I got tired
Of this haunting
Now I wait
In ambush
Learning my way to
This revenge
I will capture each
And eat.