Lone White Wolf

Lone white wolf
Limps through the woodland snow

Behind his trail
The last lingering threads of twilight fade.

Across the frozen lake
The rising moon is a majestic mandarin dome.

In his ears
The silver velvet of the river

In his jaws
The red white rabbit

In his eyes

And in his soul

The moon.

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