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 raw

Rage

I tore feathers

From the clouds

With jaws

I didn’t know were so strong.

These feathers, they drifted at first,

Confused…

Like snowflakes pretending

They are okay until

Knowing themselves as violated,

Jagged,

Wounded beyond

Any healing

The ethers

Might grant.

Ahhhh.

The crimson droplets

Marked the path

Far better

Than anything virtuous.

When I awoke

I wondered.

Had I only been

Dreaming?

Or as a wolf

Howling for red meat

Had I come to some greater

Truth

About surviving

Life.