Blood Scent

Alpha wolf sniffs

beads of rain,

scent of earth.

Night stalker howls

at silvery moon lantern

hanging from evening

dressed in black velvet.

Sound travels

like discordant refrain

calling mates

to join in the hunt.

Children of freedom

run toward leader

like lightning flashes,

biting air

with curved teeth.

Parades of wolves

sport winter clothes

as lemon drop moon

melts on their tongues.

Stars weep, leaving path

of red misty dust,

abyss of colors in

chilled night air,

earth scars scattered

where paws have journeyed.

Traveling by blood scent

hungry eyes serenade night,

wild spirits howling

in distant winds,

running wild

to a new tomorrow.

#cry of the wolf #challenge