WolfA Poem by AnouckSchollaertWolf
I heard my paws thudding on the icy ground, it was a familiar sound.
As I ran into the wilderness, I knew it wasn't pointless.
As I listened to my howling friends, I realized this was the end.
Now the moon is my guide, and I know that my choice is right.
The wolf is a symbol, a brother, a friend, we have to help him, before his existence comes to an end. © 2011 AnouckSchollaert |
AuthorAnouckSchollaertDendermonde, East Flanders, BelgiumAboutHey! I'm a girl of 15 years old and I live in Belgium. I'm writing a story called 'Escape to the Wolves',, curently I'm also writing on wattpad, my story is doing really good there, I hope it will be .. more..Writing
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