This long December night is dark and frosty.
Its spirit walks through narrow sleepy streets
like a huge wolf in searches of a warm corner.
It walks, not being able to get the seat.
And the bright Moon is right above the monster.
It follows the tousled night on one's light heels,
having no insignificant light worry,
that the dark monster can bite off the disk
as side of the well roasted goldish pancake.
The Moon's big round face lights up the night.
It tries to warm the lonely mystic vagrant
with the faint beam, but there is not good luck.
by Thea Ariss
05.12.2025/08.12.2025
Black Wolf. The spirit of the night
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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