"You always know."
Thumbnail moon keeps the werewolf at bay,
tonight women and children will be safe to play.
The wind marches north, constant, strong,
and riding the gusts is Werewolf’s lone song.
Each note a cowled monk, patient and true,
soothing to the pines, aspen, and yew.
Melody unfurling ’round wind-whipped forms,
rousing the emotion felt from big winter storms.
Moon, do you see? Werewolf, do you trust?
Friends, do you listen? To the soul shaking gust.
-Alex Newport-Berra
Building Boats 