Somewhere above the nighttime rainclouds shines the wolf moon.

Sight unseen, and still it stirs the blood. Sight seen somewhere beyond the clouds, perhaps, a wolf atop a ridge in the wilds may throw up its head and howl. Maybe packmates answer, or else this wolf cries out alone and remains unanswered.

The patter of rain on concrete sidewalks continues. A soft patter, of a downfall likely to last through the night. Wolf moon gazing will wait until next year.

bare boughs

a tomorrow promised

to none

for my own #Haikai Challenge II #3 (1/20/24): Wolf Moon (Urufumūn) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga