I feel it inside me, and I can no longer hide.
The wolf flows within.
The moon rises and I lean back and yell.
A yell for brothers and sisters of the night.
The call is returned.
I feel them there.
I feel the blood lust.
Lust to kill within my jaws.
Lust the hunt with the pack.
Lust for death.
I look around It dawns on me.
I have no fur or claws.
I am a woman that is lost in life.
No wolf.
No pack.
Just a lone woman yelling at the moon.
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Wolf Poems
PoetryWolf poems often capture the essence of these majestic creatures, exploring themes of wilderness, freedom, and the primal instincts that drive them. They can evoke the haunting beauty of a wolf's howl under a full moon, the strength and unity of a p...
