In the grownups' stories for the young
there is always a wolf
behind stones
behind journeys
behind trees
behind flower beds

And the wolf breaks out
in the grownups' stories
to eat the young

The grownups left
the young arrived
the young left too

When there wasn't a wolf
to eat me so I could go to sleep
I wept for twenty years
and died longing for you
dear wolf
longing for you!