WolvesA Poem by WolfwindThis describes itself...The winters chill beckons them The caribou are on the move As the snow slowly drifts down Their movement is all around
They are ghosts among the frosted trees Fleeting and quick they find a weakness The caribou are nervous as they graze Danger is lurking just beyond the haze
With crunching of snow and small twigs They are like lightning, the moment's now The herd scatters with their calls, distressed An old and injured lags behind, unto its death
White snow reddens as teeth tear and rip A meal for the week has been taken down Even before their young are done swallowing The hollows fill with their yips, erie howling. © 2012 WolfwindFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on December 3, 2011 Last Updated on July 11, 2012 AuthorWolfwindCoupeville, WAAboutSometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..Writing
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