The Wolves are Out

The Wolves are out
The Wolves are out
The Boy is not crying tonight
A heap of shrunken lives
Upon the hilltop
Where the boy is silent

The Wolves are out
That's what they tell you
When they want you inside
But I swear they're out -
At least look out the window

The wolves are out
I want to tell the whole world
But my crying will sound
Like silence from the dew
On the morning field after the battle

The wolves are out
The carcasses are almost
As interesting as the rest of us
But tip toe and be concerned
The are hungry, always hungry

The wolves are out
They can't tell a him from a whim
Snarling from hunger and cold
Snarling at anything that might taste
Good, rotting slowly down their throats

The wolves are out and they're coming for you
They don't eat their kind
That's what one learns
If you're out on the streets
Looking across the street to a petting zoo
They're either coming for you
Or you're one of them too.