The Wolf and the Panther

He shows up every third blue moon.
Howling gray wolf cries under melancholic moonbeams,
calling for my embrace before he gets swallowed
back into the void of my hazy lunar dream.

Stalking black panther pursues him in the black night,
in hopes I don’t soon wake. Make the move
before my rogue lips steal the moon’s hue.

Get ready, my dear feline familiar!
Don’t let him get away!
Pounce! Go in for the kill!
Go in for the kiss!
A lone wolf is an open wolf.
Take his breath until he has none.

Gift me with fresh visions of him,
so that I may bury the dying memories
in these decaying leaves by the river
lit up by the light we once basked in.