Red

I couldn't find my way

As my brown fur blended

With the wood of the trunks.

Snow all around

Blurring my eyes.

No answers for my question

In the passivity, so...

I snapped.

In my rage,

Raw,

I tore feathers

From the clouds

With jaws

And teeth,

Decisively.

They drifted at first,

Did those feathers,

Confused

Like snowflakes pretending

They are okay

Until

They know themselves as violated.

Jagged.

Wounded beyond

Whatever the ethers of goodness

In the dream state

Might create.

AHHHH...

The crimson droplets

Marked the path

Far better

Than might virtues.

When I awoke

I wondered.

Had I only been dreaming?

Or as a wolf

Howling for red meat

Had I come to a greater

Awareness

About surviving

Life.