Wolf Moon
Wolf Moon, is that you
howling through the courtyard
banging at our windows
stripping shingles from the roof
demanding to be let in? You,
hungry, in your winter coat,
fur tipped with frost and snow?
I hear you prowling, your breath
puffs coldness under the door.
Wolf Moon, I cannot see you,
but I know you're there.
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~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
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