The Wolf

26 Jul 2009

·Zenonlin

The wolf howls In despair to Find its pack. It races through The trees to Find its pack. When it runs All you see is A silver and white blur. Then, all you hear Is a gun Shot. Then, the silver And white blur Is no more. But now there Is a silver and Red heap. The wolf will Never again see Its pack.

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