Beast is a Wolf With Brown Fire

runs across meadows
and bounds up into
old farms, now stubbly
and overgrown.
she runs through brush
she rests among the evergreen
and the poplar.
her eyes are pinned to the light
flickering through the leaves.
she pants white mist, she lounges,
she changes sex in the shadows
and emerges in red fire.
 
the beast is a wolf  and
         she goes to you
         she’s found you out,
         my love.