Moonrise

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Southeast.................


The lone wolf increases speed
A scent is on the breeze
His heart, the ancient need.

Pounding in his chest.
A scent is on the breeze

Slipping, sliding on the shale,
Moonlight's briefest glimmers pale.
Up, upward to the crest,
His lithe form challenged by this test....but...

A scent is on the breeze.

His nostrils note it strange..
His path he knows has changed.

A scent is on the breeze.

The perfume of her Lair.
But where......

Southeast.



Wollf has got to learn to edit.........

2 comments:

Rambling Rose said...

Oh, she is so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes.

She looks like my Samoyan husky when she was a young pup.

K T Cat said...
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