I wandered from the hearth of the living and you followed
A backward glance towards the warm den of family and friends
I was drawn into the street by Patrick and the red wolf
You padded behind me in white socks and I knew you were watching
Patrick was sitting on the curb, thinking, but he vanished when we reached him
The wolf circled us and I laughed, saying it was only a dog after all
Impossible, since there aren't red wolves in WI...just grey
That's what I told you, but we turned and fled
Straight into an underworld, or an overworld
A tower of staircases, we couldn't tell if we running up and down
And you in your white crew socks
You were the only one who followed me there.
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