wunderwulf

Every part of the sheep can be used
the wunderwulf licks his lips
at the edge of the creek, the fish swim frantically

They know he sits
just above, in the sheep white snow
which is a warm wool sweater that covers his tail
Dessert? Lunch? Dinner? The life of a wulf is an anxious one
His hot breath makes steam art in the freezing air
and the new king of the land

Long in the tooth, very sharp

The underdog
the canine of the coppice
a wonderfully wickedly wunderful wulf!

Author's Note

happy howl-o-ween