Wolf Moon Haiku
I
Wolf moon howls aloud
in hunger over meadows
hunting a warm heart.
II
Ravenous tongue laps
the field, a glistening cloak
to reflect the stars.
III
Yellow old teeth honed
smooth as a pickaxe handle
steel blades carve the air.
IV
His breath mists the lake
rodents quell their shuffling
the snowy owl stills.
V
From his withers spill
the hair of bare black branches
lining the west ridge.
VI
Wolf light streams through blinds
my palms to the cold window
an offer of warmth.
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