Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Wolf

at the campsite
where shadows wrestled
with trees so old and obese
with bark
he made my heart jump

claws and fangs withdrawn
a predator’s instinct revoked
he lowered his head to grin
in greeting
with sorrowless eyes, keen as gold

a sun god ‘s* coloring
and his stare, my kryptonite,
filling my core
I slipped into his old-world charm
yet playful moments were over

and this tryst without culmination
for he turned his back to walk away
into the woods
fearless and proud, as if dressed
in Armani



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* Ancient Greeks associated wolves with the sun god Apollo.


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Prompt: April 12--land animal