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.
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