Come summer and spring
free spirits follow along the
stepping-stones of the lone wolf
playing happily amidst the sun's bright eyes
howling at the moon at night
but when the cold winds blow
autumn and winter touch the ground
the lone wolf dies but the pack will always survive
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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Love this short little gem.
Thank you
the pack will always survive Katie.
Andy
I liked your line Andy so I edited... sounds even better now thanks mate
Kitty's pet wolf?!
I wish I would shut up about Kitty sometimes. Well, Fido wishes so anyway! lol.
Kitty is still napping
AKA ... writer's block ☹😱😖😣
'Here, Kitty, Kitty'! I'm only calling the cat in from the garden! heehee. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
that's the dream, either
by heritage or deeds
imbedded into posterity's annals
like your poetic wolf, legacy
is what all our efforts, distilled
to its original spark of intent, reveals itself
as...
(a meaningfully deep write, easily overlooked
for its poetic merit alone
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
Wow. Love this journey you've taken me on.
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