The wolf
I Walk Slowly Through The Dark Forest.
Rain Pounding On All The Surfaces.
The Ground Moist Beneath My Paws.
The Wind Gusting Through My Teeth.
My Ears Keen And Ever Listening. For The Sound of My Prey
The pitter-patter Of Rabbit Feet Then The Soft Rustle Of Deer
It's Scent Fills My Nostrils
Its Feet Beat Is All I Can Hear
And The Ground Rustles Beneath Me.
The Thrill Of The Chase.
Closing In For The Kill. I Jump
My Teeth Sink Deeply Into Its Flesh.
Sweet Blood Rushing In.
A Satisfying Meal For One As Me.
I Pull The Carcass Back To My Den. And Wake The Pups So They Can Dig In.
A Lone Wolf In The Wilderness. Exiled For The Alpha Male Was Killed.
There's No Room For The Old Queen B.
When Her Alpha Is Magot Food. So Alone In The Forest.
With My Two Pups.
Exiled From The Pack.
The Only Family I've Ever Known. The Rain Falls All Around Us.
Our Small Pack Of Three.
Simply Because There Was No Room For Me.
My Head Is Raised High.
Howling Into The Night.
I Am A Wolf. And I Shall Never cry.
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PoetryIt has been a while since I published anything on this. I've debated restarting it but knowing how many people this has reached I don't know if I could delete it and start fresh. So for now I hope you enjoy the new content I will be publishing here...
