My hot sweaty pelt

my hot sweaty pelt…
I am walking your path
and obliging snowmelt
hides all proofs of my wrath.

my nose leads me…
I depend on your scent.
I stand on my knee –
do you hear my lament?

my fangs brightly shine.
moon tries on mourning.
you will be mine –
mine no later than morning!

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