The dead of night

I woke up in the dead of night wide eyed.
No light, no shape, no sound, but I died.
Kneeling down, feeling around, wide eyed,
I felt the fur of something.
I died.

From tail to claws,
From neck to fangs,
Wide eyed

In the total dark I felt the sleeping thing up,
Wide eyed.
It was the black wolf they call "Nothing"
I died!
And by it's side I curled and lied, wide eyed,
And I dead then to sleeping soundlessly.
I died.
When I woke there was nothing beside me,
Of course,
And the world was lit and growing but I said:
"I know you're there! I feel your stare,

I feel your breathing blowing!
I feel your gnashing teeth in falling leaves,
Your beady eyes in apples glowing!
Oh dead of night, hidden from sight,
I know you are no dream!
And I'm not dozing!"