Luminous eyes looked down on him.
He had felt them on his back,
Accompanied by the sound of
An erratic scratching back and forth.
He stepped away from the fire,
So he could see better in the dark.
“Whatever it was, it was big.
It looked like a wolf.”
“Maybe hungry. Not wise to
Feed wild animals, though.
Perhaps it’s time to call it a night,
Go to bed and hope it goes away.”
With shaking hands, he picked up
The fire bucket and dashed out the flames.
Quickly he made his way
Into the tent. “Bad omen.”
“Tomorrow morning,
I’m outta here.
No pleasure here knowing
Some big wolf is watching.”
“I’ll be sleeping lightly tonight.”
(3WW CCXLIII
Luminous, erratic, omen)
Stumbling along the sidewalk 