Wolf City

by abbya

Wolves slipping through the snow, trees
Wolves in play rolling over one another
Wolves calling, mating,  barking, biting. 

A stray baby coyote seeks a dreg or speck
But angry, bitter fangs, claws tear her to bits 
An unannounced manna to the winter pack.
His helpless mother howls and escapes into the mist

Wolf city admits no coyotes, foxes, dogs, hounds.
Baby wolves are trained in the way of blood
Big foxes dream, call and wait for blood.

The head wolf calls and the valley answers in trepidation 
The king wolf calls and frightening echoes chill the valley
Of the blood yet to be spit, of throats slit for dinner.
The queen wolf must be celebrated even by the moon and stars
Lady wolves make the forger’s bed.

In the dark snow and mist 
All blood are licked clean 
All bones are crushed held as trophies
In this banquest of blood, shades of darkness. 

Wolf City by abbya

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