The WolfA Poem by John StussyThrough the trees he stalks And all back out of his way. He Moves As A King In The Night. Not a single woodland creature Can be seen when he is out. They Fear Their Ruler's Wrath. He camouflages between the trees, A deadly phantom on the prowl. None Live Unless He So Chooses. They know it as well and bow down To their lord and master, Their king. Mighty Among The Fearful Creatures. When he closes for the kill You won't know until his teeth Clamp Down Upon Your Throat. His powerful muscles ripple beneath The beautiful grey and brown mantle. Life And Strength Radiate From His Presence. He is the epitome of freedom And true dominant independence. Long live the wolf. Long live the king. Long live our brother In his forest domain. © 2008 John StussyAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on November 9, 2008 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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