Thursday, April 23, 2026

Wolf

His voice suspends 
Her reality 
From a clothespin 
Without a string
 
She quivers once
Froze by his size
The chase is up
Resistance dies

His bark, his bite 
A howling need 
Her skin the dish 
From which it feeds 

Strung suspended
She pleads and cries 
An image of prey 
In doe blue eyes

With her whimpers
Her wet protests
His monster grows
The fervor crests 

When last she screams
The gruesome scene 
Her eyes reveal
A sly meaning 

The lupine wolf
So it does seem
Secretly shares
A black sheep’s dreams

[4.23.2026]


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