Full Moon in Yellowstone Full moon in Yellowstone-- The Jackalope returns. I sit on the porch in Grandma’s rocking chair, shotgun across my chest, Thor, my grey tabby by my side, ears perched, discomforted. I hear the wolves howl. The mountains rattle as the Jackalopes feast. Come morning, the rangers ask, where have all the wolves gone? I shrug and swig my last whiskey shot, as I bolt my door And head to the attic, waiting for the long night to start. |