Howling Wolf

RSM0812

Upon the stone, the wolf she sits,

With amber piercing eyes.

Skin and bone, And howled pitch,

She cries as the moon is high.

 

Requiem for her prey,

Head held docile, with sunken teeth,

She hunts from day to day,

And kills with no reprieve.

 

The moon at last, it’s highest point,

Centers her canine soul.

She howls on through the night,

Giving nature her wolvesh toll.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2025 10:23
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 27
  • Users favorite of this poem: NinjaGirl, Damaso
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  • sorenbarrett

    A great metaphor and well written images that sends the message Nicely written

  • NinjaGirl

    Beautiful connection to nature, easy favorite!

    • RSM0812

      Thanks for the fav

      • NinjaGirl

        Of course!



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