The silvery fur outlines the Glaring eyes.
The ears were delicately made,
The sharp white teeth glints in the sun.
The tail, like a bunch of feathers swish impatiently,
The white and silver fur looked slick with rain,
The howl that escaped the lips of this animal was enchanting,
Each note was richer and sharper.
The moon that shone above seemed to dance with the stars as the howl reached it.
Soon a melodic harmonized song echoes through the area.
Three more of its kind had joined.
This was unlike any other song that had been created.
Its natural creation would take people by surprise.
It was the howling wolf.
As some of you might know... Wolves are my Favourite animal.
Not my best work.
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The magic of Poems
PoetrySlip into a book where the poems come from experience of thoughts, Words written to portray what real life is truly like. What is it like to be lost in thought? To be Ripped from friendship To be Teased or bullied. To put your thought down on paper...
