Full Moon in Yellowstone

by Christina Sng

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.