There he is, Blue howling wolf, Fleece zipped up to the chin, Standing outside Greggs, Like he’s guarding the bins. Sausage roll, Two pound something, Tea in a paper cup, Mobility scooter humming, Won’t be getting up. Why is it always a wolf? Could be a tiger. Could be a panda. Could be a lion. Could be a lion wearing a fleece. It’s probably a wolf. Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, On a fleece. Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, On a fleece. Wolf. Wolf. Wolf. Panda! Tiger! Lion! Wolf! Round the corner, Past the betting shop, Another one appears, Leopard on his shoulder, Like it’s been there for years. Roll-up burning, Tenants Extra cold, Breakfast smell surrounding him, Bacon, egg and something old. He’s parked beside the crossing, Watching pigeons take the piss, Then suddenly he points at one— YOU! He doesn’t like that pigeon. Nobody knows why. Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, On a fleece. Grey town morning, Rain coming sideways, Three mobility scooters Blocking half the pavement. One has a tiger. One has a bear. One has something tropical Nobody can identify there. Is that a jaguar? No. Panther? No. Dog? Possibly. It’s definitely not a dog. Nobody asked. Blue howling wolf. Blue howling wolf! Blue howling wolf! Blue howling wolf! On a fleece! Blue howling wolf! Blue howling wolf! Blue howling wolf! On a fleece! Wolf wolf wolf wolf. Fleece fleece fleece fleece. Greggs Greggs Greggs Greggs. Every town has one. One? At least one. Blue wolf? Blue wolf. Outside Greggs? Outside Greggs. Smoking? Obviously. Sausage roll? Obviously. Shouting at pigeons? That depends on the pigeons. Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, On a fleece. Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, Blue howling wolf, ON A FLEECE! PANDA! Fleece. TIGER! Fleece. LION! Fleece. PUMA! He likes shouting at pigeons. Blue howling wolf.
