All in the village of Gubbio have
dreamt of this before Christmas 2002
The wolf of Gubbio
was purring as if it were a cat,
it was hiding in the dark as if it were a bat,
its heart was beating like yours and like that
of St. Francis. The delicate drumming was heard
all over. I can tell by the way you read this
that you heard it and I hear your heart
beating very very close to mine.
The lamb dreamt near the wolf.