Under the light of a waning Wolf Moon When darkness would give way to twilight soon Sasquatch wandered out from his hovel Onto the beach where he spied a shovel What is this strange thing? He thought with wonder Is it useful or a trap to pull me asunder? Oh, hark! I hear a human coming this way It’ll have to wait for another day
“Sasquatch? Did you say Sasquatch? We heard he likes to eat cats!”
Dawn
Spunk: “I’m not afraid of no stinking Sasquatch! I kicked his butt six years ago when I slipped through a wormhole, and it took me a month to fight my way back into this dimension.”
The Wolf Tree & The Winter Moon† by Timothy Price, featuring Resa McConaghy on vocals.
As many of my followers know, I write a song for the Winter Wolf Moon every January. The 2026 Wolf Moon song is very special because it stars Resa’s Wolf Tree, and what’s even more exciting is that Resa sang the song. Her voice is beautiful and perfect for the song.
The Winter Wolf Moon and Jupiter rising over Resa’s Wolf Tree
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon By Timothy Price. Vocals by Resa McConaghy
[Intro/Chorus] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives While twilight leans on the gloom
[Verse 1] Can four divisors tell us what’s to come? Predictions made on the dividend Year of our Lord two-thousand twenty-six We have one-thousand thirteen, one, and two
[Chorus] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives While twilight leans on the gloom
[Verse 2] The Wolf Moon and the Wolf Tree ask What are the odds? What is the chance Of being good, of being bad, Of simply being ugly
[Bridge] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Against the odds they roll their dice Will they fall on double sixes Or will they fall on snake eyes Another throw, three out of four Does winter live or does it die?
[Outro/Chorus] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives While twilight leans on the gloom
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives
Loki: “Thin ice my paw! What kind of pawpoorazzi, Tim foolery are you and Jake trying to pull on us?” Paparazzo: “I see Jake and I can fool some kitties most of the time, but Loki kitty none of the time!”
Spunk holding down Gwendolyn and licking her head.
Rainbow sun smiles on Christmas Eve Families decorate their dead Festive scenes of joy for those Now ghosts of Christmas past Who rejoice in silence over love Shared by those who don’t forget Loved ones who were, and will always be In their thoughts, their hearts, their memories
Spunk’s and my recent bedtime ritual is doing Spunkriature. Spunk bats at the camera, scratches, growls, and hisses, and then poses nicely for, for instance (il paparazzo has to be quick on the shutter), before he starts grooming himself, between resuming his attacks on il paparazzo for pestering him. Spunkriature is quite exciting and bloody dangerous.
Off Center & Not Even 