Howling at the Pink Moon

For writer's cramp

She-wolves wearing ruby rings
howl at a full pink circle of moon
over sheep tea & deer crumpets:
a late-spring twilight concert aria.

Under the covering of darkness
they remove all pretense of cool
singing full-out, laughing, in love
with the endless curtain of stars

until the dawn descends its light
upon the scene of lupine freedom
& a full pink moon falls away into
mothers' memory for another year.