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.
Becoming 