Wolf howl

My, moon-howl princess,
dearest you, my darkness
mistress lady-paw
of claw-fanged specter,
never, never let your snowscape
motherhood
of finest fashion-fur
be lost to rifled forestry
and pretense of male bravado.

Let moonlight spill
forever
its azerous innocence
on fiercest fir and spruce,
stay put and howl
for stars in fangs and fur.

Der Wolfsjunge by Rainer Fetting

For Sherry at toads

11 responses to “Wolf howl

  1. May mistress lady-paw stay wild and elusive, hidden deep in the wildlands……….I love this, Bjorn.

  2. Pingback: My winter howl | Björn Rudbergs writings·

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