(apologies for going back to the well so often, but the muses requested this...)
sensing
the day
is vulnerable
the wolves
are gathering
now
faint tracks
in pale blue
ripples
skulking
and sneaking
they seize the sky
tear it
with their
fierce teeth
and more
again
until
the sky
is obscured
by thick grey fur
and as
they howl
with hunger
saliva
hanging from their
clacking jaws
finds
its reflection
below
and dives, in torrents
for the only love
it has ever known
it's going to be
a beautiful night.
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