Lone Wolf

Posted on Apr 24, 2012

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Large paws patter
through the snow
Quickly covered as
the white stuff falls
Breathing hard and
fast he moves
Across many miles
under the full moon
This wolf, grey and
large
Lonely, without a
pack
To call his own
His search has been
long but soon his
quest shall be complete
For now though
He hunts alone
So too when he feeds

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