Wolves

 

The wolves trailed through the black back door of the wintry forest

Led by scent that gave true meaning it sealed their continued existence

The score beating unequal temperament as they passed the river

Faster a lack of moral conventions they were about to feed

Their tracks danced amongst the night images

Spoken with imprints against the icy cold snow

Hunger for blood of their soon be prey.

One thought on “Wolves

  1. I feel they’re close by, Jason…I love the mix of sensations in ‘spoken with imprints’, it perfectly captures the ‘loudness’ of the prints in the snow. The forest with a door is also great.

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