The Moon Wolf

They are ravenous and hungry, fierce, young and wild. The Moon Wolf holds a legend, of moon howling pride. Every year way up north, stands a lone wolf, with his pack. Stanced behind him, he’s upfront, but they beadily watch his back. As the moon reaches peek, over the ledge of mountain steep, Steps the lone wolf to the edge, and as in ritual bares his teeth. To the moon, his head held raised, as in worship or in praise, An eerie pitch comes from his bowel, reaching into the skies maize. As if commanded by this right, the moon bowed down in frightful sight And bearing witness to the moon, the wolf howled mournfully into the night. 8 August 2018 Sponsor: Julia Ward