Before the wolf moon
can puncture the heart
of dreams I meditate in
its howl, lift a prayer
for every scar on its
journey to forgiven,
and light a candle to guide
spirits through the valley
of extinction.
Pulled through the eye of empathy
I feel the wolf lead me deeper
into black coffee night.
©Susie Clevenger 2018
#55words
In Shay's prompt she led us to to a beautiful extinct creature the Thylacine, but as poetry does it lead me to lament the passing of such wonder through a wolf moon.
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