Wolf Hunt

It’s night

and the wolves are out

they dream of the hunt

they dream of the night


The warm autumn air

calling at their prey

safe in the meadow

safe in the trees


A whisper in the night

pulls the wolves deeper to the hunt

stalking through the meadow

stalking through the trees


Deeper into the woods they go

unwilling to halt

following a hidden light

buried in the night


A stir within

calls her out to the night

she does not sleep

she does not dream


Embracing the warm autumn air

she walks alone, unscathed

through the meadow

through the trees


A luring song

pushes deep into the wind

a mere whisper across her lips

a mere whisper through the woods


She halts in the quiet

drawing all who stalk near

she comes to dance deep in the night

hunting wolves in autumn moonlight


A Poem

Shall I write a poem

Something cold and dark as my soul

A metaphor

To my love of the sea and moon

Or just another poem

Of you and your stupid


No,  I’ve strayed off topic


A poem, to write


My sweet, sweet nature

Inspire the gods

Muse for my pen


A playful taunt

From a well thought out prompt

It’s all I need

To plant my poetry seed


So many directions

So many worlds to explore


Just a word, or ten to start along

Anticipation grabs


Stop…I remember


Now that must all wait

For I’ve finished my lunch break