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
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oooh, such imagery!
Stunning!
Mistress Lady-Paw sounds so regal and mighty. Fitting that she should be crowned in stars.
May mistress lady-paw stay wild and elusive, hidden deep in the wildlands……….I love this, Bjorn.
Yes, let’s hope the wild places remain for our endangered friends throughout the world.
Love your use of imagery and alliteration. You paint a beautiful picture of this lady wolf.
Romanticism aside, I hope the wolf stays hidden to human eyes.
“Never, never let your snowscape
motherhood
of finest fashion-fur
be lost to rifled forestry . . .”
Gorgeous writing, Bjorn.
Powerful Björn! Captivating imagery!
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I adore your ode to the wolf daughter.. speaks right to my heart.