perigree moon
What are the wolves really saying
deep in the forested night?
Are they baying in wonder
at the last faithful leaf clinging
to the brown bone of a tree?
Perhaps they are sharing the
secret of a mockingbird’s true song.
Their voices may carry the
code of a canine legacy
passed down through the generations.
Or maybe they are howling
simply to call attention
to a perigee moon
perched so precariously
on the peak of a fading mountain.