Out Wolf

If I didn't have excellent wildlife tv to get the wolf to 'show and tell'

Out wolf

out
to the bog
from your cranny
over the rocks 
bottoming the river
howling wishes

walk with pupeteered tail 
season-stroked fur 
jet-dragged eye socket edges 

wizened by the wrong ways
of the country's reddest but bloodiest heart

ribbed at the brink of light
no more than a reflection 
where park thaws
by scouts hut

a jeep passes
forest fruits 
for the
nutty bard
who champions animal:
a wolf will not be tried
for not reading his piece 
even by moonlight

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

There's something about the image of a wolf in the moonlight which strikes at my heart. Beautiful.

[Freeman]

An all round solid poem. Nicely written.

[Wondering Mind]

"wizened by the wrong ways".. sinister, I like it! Even though I'm as pure as I wish to imagine.
Nice ending stanza too