In the game of wolf and lamb

The phone message
claims importance of it;
a male agent for the 
traditional publisher would buy
the copyright of my book;
would like to go detail when call.

Which one? the old one?
Ah-- I always thought
they might turn gold.
the brief joy winks to a doubt;
the new one? Oh, my--
I almost slap the message;

how much? suppose, it won't be much;
rather would keep it; a lot can be done.

I deleted the message; what if wrong?
should be so fast. gold coin vanishes 
into the cloud. Shrug, shrug; I did 
what I should do, before falling into a gulf;
the talk would be a lamb vs. a wolf. 

©Byung A. Fallgren