The night we arrived, our host warned us about Il Lupe. The wolves.
The night we arrived
Our host warned us
To keep the gate locked
He got real serious
Stared off into the dark
I lupi he whispered.
Wolves.
I lupi sounded a lot like
Les loups to us so
We assumed he meant
Wolves in the dark, but
How could that be?
On a hillside so close to the sea?
Later, much later we met the wolves
Feral dogs they were, a snarling pack
At the gate when we dared take a walk
Sicily was like that
Serene to look at
But wild at heart
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Drawing and text by S. Santos-Dumont
studio arago 