Winter is a wolf
lean and hungry prowling, prowling
belly close to the ground tongue slavering
in anticipation waiting, waiting.
into unfamiliar territory loping through
parks and back gardens in his coat of white,
gazing, gazing from ice-cold eyes.
He walks alone,
poised, ready his breath a fog of hate,
searching, searching for easy prey,
for sleepers on streets, tents in doorways …..
frosted teeth bared.