Where The Blackwolves Feed Poem by Taylor Jones

It was a dream-like sequence
jumping backyard fences
in the night
technicolor flowers
in the night
behind the shed
where the blackwolves feed
in the foxes den
with teeth that gnash
and raw
like gleams in the moonlight
shadows in the moonlight
dancing till there's no one left
kept behind a barnyard's gate
upon a hill of bladed grass
wreathed upon a farmers door
a ribbon tied onto an oak
whose arms have held
the moon for years