Wolves are white I saw one on a leash in Squamish as high as I am tall The rope because she wanted it Her master elected Squared between my daytime running lights Wolves know where the life is She looked at me through the steering wheel Into my eyes first then down to my thoracic bundle If I unfold from the bucket seat would she still submit? Or follow drone with flying fangs claws switch to fur spit drop from the air and wrap me in bone fully consume due to lack of marmot and fowl

She, drunk off of brown ale me, in the new earth not a city boy but mountain man wild at heart five knives for fingers walking sticks for femurs fox tails for hair panned gold for pupils a reborn bionic child of chuck norris and a grizzly whose only weakness was facebook only fear was emotion all actions brought pride to father Instead I park illegally and she's already up the hill