A Howling Yowling Day

It was a howling kind of day I felt it in my bones. A wolf like yip would not wake it up It was an azure Monday Pure but not simple She looked at me with her baby blues A fresh start, a new day, a new week! Enthusiasm coursed through me. I felt renewed, refreshed. A yowling day, one designed by the gods Or goddess, in my case. A warrior woman who sheared the rest of the days Out of the way swiftly with her lance. Scooping the heads of the other days into the sea So we could begin anew Wolf man and I howled into the day Her face broke across the horizon in a wide smile Sun light flooded the meadow. Monday at last!