Wolf Moon Baying to the moon
Wolf raises his spirit
and calls down ancestors
from the earliest pack. They sing to him, these ghosts
with golden topaz eyes
and death-chilled nostrils
dripping steam. And on the hill-top, alone,
come the visions,
come the memories
of blood-thickened sinew
and hunger assuaged. Bay to the moon,
for I am with you, Wolf,
and together we howl
the ecstasy of the Pack. Yasmine F. Galenorn | 
