That wolf on your calf was winking at me

and when the full moon showed up
he slipped off your leg and started following me
down the dark alley of dreams
lit up like a ballroom with star chandeliers
past all the closed doors leading to wishes
barred with all sorts of locks
past the dust bins and sewer grates
to my favorite fire escape.
He followed me up it
disturbing the flocks
of pigeons (thoughts unrealized).
He was silent as shadow
walked on feet padded for flight
so he easily met me
on the rooftop
where he bayed at the moon
and then to my surprise
set velvet pawed foot
to the old fashioned ship of the moon
and took to the skies
with me on his back
like he was some sort of wolf/horse
meant as my steed. — Annette Marie Smith