Burke

Wolf with fleece aflame –

my gamble paid double and triple

in broken boned promises.

 

It rages at the door –

slamming ink stained paws

through my greed,

trailing rancid acid fear

to block sweet release.

Scrambled – I stutter, flail,

whipping out self-perseveration

quick as any red tailed fox.

I hide in my hole, breathe

and sniff out the escape path…

 

The wolf howls again

drawing straight the hairs of my neck –

behind me the soft kiss

of hissed air.

 

 

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