Snow crunches underfoot as
the wolf tracks its paws.
Left, right, left, pause.
Glimmering crystals gather
on the tips of the steel fur,
each hair stretching towards
the moonlit sky. Its nose,
yearning for the stars,
twitches and gleams as it
catches a tainted beam of
light. Moon-white fangs line
the wolf’s angular jaw.
Rancid breath fills the air ahead,
dissipates, then reappears once more.
A howl – shrill, icy, desperate –
shatters the silence. Beyond
the hill, in the distance,
the rabbit stiffens.

~Kayla Gibson


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