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Sharon, this strikes me most pleasurably as a little classic-to-be. I can see it in future anthologies, including those for young readers. (Maybe you will write the wolf moon's reply also?) Max (in midsummer Melbourne) On 23/1/08 1:25 PM, "sharon brogan" <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > 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. --