Ankyra Sound in memory of sniffy cole

it took all of his willpower
to remain seated
a pleasant guest
at sobeille's feast.
he trained his eyes upon her.
sapphique.
the kingdom perched upon the cliff.
he wondered
if she were amazon
what her mother must look like;
halcyon or harpy,
made no difference if in the end
it was men they felled.
okay. he breathes,
inhaling the scent of putrid rabbit
his back arches
his neck thrown down
as he goes at it
in the rough manner only a dog can
vigorous
and a little desperate
until there's nothing but flecks on his cheek
and a new weight to his stomach.

he's about to thank her
but she's already gone,
now it's just him
and the coyote trickster
the eyes in the cliff
and he thinks not for the first time,
that fate is a strange she-wolf.

he'll have to sleep,
for tomorrow he hunts seal.