Cast out,
into the caliginous;
gloaming.

To the snarly,
towering street lamps.

Stationary,
and, flickering;
eyes of yellow,
that turn,
the night-sky, into,
a den of wolves.

Howling,
yowling comets,
and, stalking stars,
creep surreptitiously,
lifting, south-facing,
neck hairs.

In a desperate, despairing
Lupine dance,
of; torrential...