Treochair Poem💚☘️ No 20 – Wolf Moon

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The Wolf Moon
hovers - heavenly halo
hangs in the night, gone too soon.

The wolf howls,
head hinges back , howling loud
In the cold, the hoots of owls

On the hunt,
we shiver at the window
weather report of cold front.

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