The wolf

Michael William Reid

The wolf cries it's howl at the lonely moon

The branches and leaves dance and swoon

The wind joins in as it rushes by

The stars sparkle their love in the jet black sky

The wolf stands still in pride and grace

As the wind dips down to kiss his face

Nature's protector with hard sharp eyes

It howls again and i hear his cries

 

 

  • Author: Michael William Reid (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2022 20:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just trying to capture the strength and beauty of the wolf
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    brilliantly imaginative
    what a wonderful reading experience
    thank you! for choosing to share



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