Maple-Eyed Stare
Each night,
He would
Run through the thick forest,
Breaking branches,
Ripping bark from the trees,
With his bare hands and
Biting the air,
With his canine teeth and
Howling at the pale moon,
With his maple-eyed stare
His body growing wide,
With a full coat of
Black wolf-hair and bending down
Beneath the trees, on his hind legs,
He became the dominant
Alpha-male of the vicious wolf pack
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2009
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