Wolves a poem by DARLENE EALY | Mother + Poet Photo by Zoltan Tasi WOLVES howl in the hollow but thirst not for flesh while moonbeams casting shadows chase a twilight dance 2 Comments Lynda Lambert on September 30, 2017 at 6:40 am I am like you, up at 2 or 3 or 4 am because I am wring in my dreams or trying resolve a word or phrase – I wrestle with writing. Nothing comes easy for me, but that is why I write. It’s a challenge and we have to engage with it when it comes. Like you, I won’t remember the elements that come to me, most often, during the nights. They have to be CAPTURED immediately or I know they are going to fly off to the next person who will be grabbing them for their own work. I like you poem very much. The final lines are just beautiful. “moonbeams,” “shadows,” and “dance.” My serious poetry writing began at age 42 when I began to work on my first degree, after raising my 5 children .Our age does not matter at all. We begin at the time that is “right” for ourselves, no matter what that is. Lynda Lambert Mary Torregrossa on October 3, 2017 at 6:10 am The poem and the photo are so evocative that I returned to read it again, to spend more time with it. I “stepped back” and looked at it as a whole, it being a short piece. Ah! I realized… the last three lines form a haiku!