Sunday 1 December 2013

Wolf

Hey moon
cave mouth
is lit
for cubs
and us,
my mouth,
to play
with all
the crunch
of bone
and drink
a beck
and crouch
again
stalking
the roe
who chews
the grass
and stares
at moon.

1 comment:

  1. I love when words are whittled down to the bare bones..makes them vital..

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