Pushing daisies
Bark, snarl, moan
DON'T howl at the moon,
howl into charcoal night
where darkness hunts the hunted,
Where consistency is metaphor
barking from the trees.
Tip toe, nibble
20lbs of everything,
but when is wolf more than just a sheep?
Or when ignorance asks,
" how do you feel? "
So bark
snarl
moan,
then snap!
HOWL into the moon.
Copyright © Debbie Tunstall | Year Posted 2025
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