The little things

Wolf

I'll never forget.

I'll never forget that beautiful boy.

Dark chestnut coloured hair.
Bronzed, tan skin.
Lopsided smirk yet sometimes a wide grin, flashing smooth white teeth.

Broad shoulders.
Long legs.
Large, rough hands.
That beautiful boy.

With the beautiful amber eyes.
You only ever saw it for a second.
But sometimes his eyes would flash Amber.
At first I thought it was a trick of the light.

But the more a saw it.
The brighter it got.
The flash of Amber in his eyes.
When he laughed or smiled.

When he was angry or sad.
When he was truly emotional.
The Amber flash would appear.
That beautiful boy.

But it was the night.
I decided to stay out.
To look at the moon.
When I first saw the wolf.

I was scared.
But then I didn't see the wolf anymore.

I saw the chestnut and tan coat.
I saw the broad shoulders.
I saw the long legs.
I saw the large paws.
I saw the white teeth.

And as I met its eyes.
They glowed amber.
And I no longer saw the wolf.

I saw the beautiful boy.
Just as scared as I was.

I bowed to the boy.
And the wolf bowed back.
Then the wolf left.

And I never saw it again.
I woke the next morning.
And the boy was gone.
I never saw him again.

But I'll never forget.

I'll never forget that gentle wolf.

I'll never forget that beautiful boy.

I'll never never forget those amber eyes.

I'll never forget the boy who was a wolf.

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