# the wolf

Author: lulu kiva
Tags: Wolf, age

#2 of poetry

more of my old poetry

The Wolf

 

There stands my wolf softly in the midnight air

Ebony with fur as soft as the moon light

I know him not by nights snare

But by the dream that lies in there

 

There walks my wolf in the dawn air

Steps a paw as soft as snow

Drifting towards my where

As I sit by streams placid flow

 

There sits my wolf in noon air

As I stare he agrees

He lays his head with the ease and sweetness of a fresh picked pear

He seems to dream of soft spring breeze

 

There lays my wolf in twilight air

I stroke his fur with a softness beyond compare

Once again I am trapped in his dark stair

And a warm pink tongue pets me back

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/7ejBv6Be
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