the wolf (crescendo of silver)

The wolf (crescendo of silver)

She knows by the flight of homing birds

Her hunger will grow to reach the nails.

The tingling nails will curl to seek preys.

She looks at the streak of trees doused in

The liquid crescendo of silver.

Moon barks out at the sad bluish earth!

She crawls towards the lake on the plain.

Hunger and hunger extending roots…

She hunts for her life.

But the bullet that

Enters in her head

Is for sick men’s’ game.

Silver quivers on the dirty lake.

 

 

Reviews

[lori c]

awwww poor wolf. such a shame to senselessly lose such a gorgeous creature. and since i am pretty sure, she is not on the menu for the hunter's dinner, it is doubly depressing. can you tell i am not fond of 'sport hunting'? this is beautiful, pensive, raw and i love it.

[CarrieLynn {Chameleon A..]

sad but beautiful...good write! :)

[George Love]

Well done, excellent work.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

probably your best that i've seen so far. nicely done!

great write,
rayne

[Cece]

oh yea crescendo
the brightness of moon
does represent the wolf

[Cece]

oh yea nice metaphor
as the growing light
as growing loudness
of the music of the moon

i dont believe the
bullet is silver cause
it can not grow louder
just the crescendo of the light

[Bhavya Kaushik]

"She hunts for her life.
But the bullet that
Enters in her head
Is for sick men's' game." I simply loved these line a lot.
And entirely its a great and vividly complexed piece.
Nice write :)

[Kasey Klein]

great line:
streak of trees doused in The liquid crescendo of silver.

I love the Moon barks -- calling down.

Nicely done.