Between a sentinel of trees, in the deepest of twilight an image lurks down moon lit path. A chill in the air ruffles thick fur. He is alone. Each step leaves paw prints in the dirt as evidence of his presence, under a dangling moon. He finds a knoll. There he sits waiting as time ticks slowly by until the moon, a blood moon, ascends to its highest point in the autumn sky.
When no one listens,
howling wolf calls to another,
as blood moon rises.
“ Cease listening to instruction, my son,
And you will stray from the words of knowledge.”
Proverbs 19:27
Patti Wolf 