me and wolf
flop down on the ground
because he refuses to sit
at a proper table
i deal cards
some variation
of five card poker
don’t know what the name is
it’s the wolf’s game
after all
i keep my eyes on him
while i reach for the pretzels
–wouldn’t want to lose a hand
he says, wheezing at his own joke
i bet a finger
he spits a bloody tooth
into the pot
i win
but the hell will i to do
with this tooth
he deals
and i realize that his paws
are delicate human hands
porcelain white
china doll small
i find my self staring
he lunges
swallows my finger
–best attend to your cards
he says
Words and Feathers 
A whole story, old school fairy tale style, in a short poem. Nice. Love the dreamlike quality.
Thank you! Something made me think of a wolf with human hands. If that’s not weird enough, i wrote another wolf poem just about a year ago. Must be the month.
Hmm. I’d meditate on that if I were you. Maybe the wolf wants to tell you something. Or maybe he just wants to be in your poems.
I’ve been thinking about why he showed up again. I’m sure you’re right.
Loved it. “i bet a finger / he spits a bloody tooth /into the pot” – that’s terrific.
Thank you!
The question is, will any of us spellbound saps still be intact by the time the hunter finally gets around to eviscerating that aberration of nature?
Evisceration? I thought this was a friendly game!
Color me cynical, I guess…
😉I can’t find that one in my box of crayons.
Goddammit! The Wolf is a badass poker player. Your variation of the slight of the hand was amazing!! I bow down to you, Crow man.
RP
Thank you, DD. Good to see you here ❤️
I may not always be here, but my heart is. ❤️
Liked the poem , and the wolf ( I am crazy for them, ever since I read the ‘twilight’ series.
Thanks very much!
You are welcomed. Well, I too write animal poetry, have a look and tell how you find them : No more,Little Lazy Lizard
Woe……….strong images
Great post
Excellent work
Sheldon slightly
Thank you, kind sir.