The Wolves

By Alby Davidow:

Willing wives will wallow once;

What wandering wolves wonder;

When pouncing placid, peaceful doe;

Why would wolves wish to wither wonder?

What piece of purpose first pierced peace;

and planted panting pride?

Was it found in fir’s first flutter?

Frightened flight prodding prying prowl?

–   Furry fist finding pallid plunder?

– Practiced pounce flinging feathers?

–        Filled with Pleasure.

–                          Passion.

Which white witch would wilt wild wolves will?