The day is a gray one and bitter cold
Wind slapping my face piercingly bold
The snow is icy white, the top layer is hard
My forced footsteps leave the service scarred
Not a sound is heard, noises freeze in mid air
Later the moon exposes that activity was their
Some rabbits, deer and even some wolf tracks
Leaving me to wonder, are they running in packs
Tired and hungry, I head back to my lodge Safe, yet feeling there is something I just dodged looking out my window I see shadows prowling There they are on the hill, I hear the wolves howling
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Painting by Eileen Clark
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Eileen Clark (Pseudonym) (
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Wolves are wonderful creatures and your poem is marvelous to read in fab rhyming wow! To see wolves from the window feels a special sighting. Kudos!!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.
Hello, thank you for reading and commenting on my poem zaynab.kamoonpuri. I painted the picture of the wolves years ago and gave it to my son. I just wrote the poem a few weeks ago. I will definitely go read your poems.
Very lovely poem Eileen. Ominous and moody, and I can feel both the icy wind and the chill down your spine. I miss reading your contributions. I hope you are OK...
Hello, I'm fine, thank you for asking.
My computer, my google account, and I don't know what else happened, but I couldn't get into any of my accounts. still having some problems.
Great poem.
Thank you Thomas.
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