A knocking, loud and then soft.
A calling, sweet and tender,
I looked but it was gone
Sweet smells the barn loft.
A corner, around it went
The swift moves of a midnight wolf,
A panting, kind, intoxicating.
What a pleasure the moon lent.
I called it, but it disappeared
Through trees, forest, and caves.
Up and down did I search
Wondering what the message geared.
I was cornered, afraid and alone.
Touch, it reached to my heart.
Intense and nerve-racking
The green of its eyes shone.
And at the time of the gasp,
The midnight wolf was gone
With a swift move of its tail.
And I, the hare, was loose of its grasp.
I thought and realized soon
What the message was about,
That love is timid, yet a wild thing,
It only glitters in the moon.
And I thought for awhile,
Standing in the midst of a field.
When suddenly came the midnight wolf,
And the sight of it made me smile.