If You Want to Run With the Big Dogs You Have to Get Off the Porch

I want to run with wolves one night.

I want to howl at the moon in full yellow.

I want to lope across snowy

meadows breathing crispy cool air and ex-

haling warm steam that freezes on fur.

As dark will grow up cold, the pines will crack

and moan like icy towers.

Some black, some gray, we trek, ten silhouettes

on white. Our eyes on high alert

and noses, fine-tuned, wet radar, searching smelling.

We exhilarate to honor pack and pride

to live as wolves who hunt, prowl, and run

thru dark cold joyous nights alive.