First KillA Poem by GwynA poem about wolves and their wantings.
The Pack, so silent and deadly;
Always watching, forever hungry; Waiting for their chance; To make their first kill; They yearn for blood; Saliva dripping from their muzzles; Don't become; Their first kill.
© 2011 GwynAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on December 7, 2011 Last Updated on December 7, 2011 AuthorGwynAboutI love writing anything: blogs, books, essays, whatevs. Writing is, like, my life. Anyway I have lots of books, blogs, and buddies. The three B's =D. I'm an awesome and fun spunky person. more..Writing
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