I am the wolf. I am the spirit-being. I am the shadowy flicker that you feel on the edge of your awareness. I pushed you off that concrete tube when you were 3 years old, bruising your head. How I sniggered. I delivered that party invitation that you forgot to send out, and you were given your favourite teddy-bear at that party. How I smiled. I dropped that purse for you to find, but you didn't keep the money. How I sighed. I got Julie to talk to you so that you'd be just popular enough to go to Daisy's party at the pub and learn to socialise. I was proud of you then. I put your name on that mailing list so you could find all those other people with just the same problems as you. I was scared for you then. I tripped you up and you fell to the ground on that wet, soggy day, damaging your hip. I was mean to you then. I whispered those song lyrics into your ear that night, the ones that made you cry. How I danced. I distracted you, and you stepped into the road without looking. The car nearly stopped in time. I was your world. How I watched.