The Pack

Once you heal, just go. Someone's waiting to see you.

Quiet, tender footsteps

Gentle, whispering howl

She-wolf walking closer

The wolf-pack eating fowl.

 

Alpha-male looks up.

A curious air surrounds.

The two meet face to face,

His generosity astounds.

 

Fitting right into the group,

The She-wolf prances 'round.

And Alpha's care grows fonder

Though he doesn't make a sound.

 

Happy, cheerful grinning

The others have her back.

A peace of sorts surrounds her

She's running with the pack.

Author's Note

Did I spell "fowl" right? ((I mean it like water bird))

Reviews

[Donovan "Grey Wolf" Go..]

I think so but then again i cant spell.
Awsome poem.