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The Wolf - Part 1

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The Wolf - Part 1

A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss (in front of spring a’ burstin’) While swirlin’ sheaves of withered leaves, near freezin’ streams a’ thirstin’. A pack reviled is roamin’ wild, a wakin’ wolf is howlin’, He scents a lean and lonesome scene, while on the lurk and prowlin’. With spangled bolts, white clouds revolt, and starry skies start closin’; A wild goose soars beyond death’s doors, the naked moon sits posin’; Electric shafts (on fractured rafts) sail night’s cathedral caldrons - A frenzied burst, the herd’s dispersed in random splayed and sprawled runs. A she-wolf’s eyes with famine cry, the ancient wolf is bayin’, With weary back, he’s lost the track, his bandied legs betrayin’. The brood’s somewhere in shrouded lair with she-wolves left to mind ’em - The wolf, a’ drag with empty swag, is on his way to find ’em. The pack rejoins with weary loins, they sense their days are numbered. In evening’s night, he’s feeling tight, with aches and pains encumbered, And standin’ near, with shaggy ears (one droopin’ down, hung over), He’ll set the course with renewed force, because he’s still the rover. Soon snow enshrines the timberlines the bear’s are sleepin’ under, And young, lupine, they’ll stifle whines, as gullies fill with thunder; With echoes in the mouth o’ death, they bid farewell the lair While panting puffs o’ crystal breath float, hanging in the air. As dusk regains the snow-bound plains, the sinkin’ sun’s a’ hissin’, Their path is black (they don’t look back), the herd’s long gone a’ missin’; Neath northern lights, with barks and bites, he keeps ’em all in motion - The speckled scars of fallin’ stars betray the night’s emotion. The sky is blushin’ in the east, and hollow wind’s are sighin’ While buzzards freeze in gallows trees, a’ sittin’ still and eyein’. These ghouls of prey, they’re spooked away, like tumbleweeds a’ blowin’, By tilted head, white fangs tipped red, and warnin’ wail’s a’ growin’.
...... Continued in part 2 ......

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  1. Date: 11/12/2012 7:33:00 AM
    Your poems are always a joy to read. This one is fabulous. Love the subject. Everything about the poem is superb.

  1. Date: 8/21/2012 11:34:00 AM
    Loving this rhyme/tale, Terry! The rhyme enchances the storyline! Can't wait to read the following one! Best wishes, Mikki

  1. Date: 8/18/2012 11:58:00 AM
    your meter is impeccable. let me see part two.

  1. Date: 8/14/2012 5:20:00 AM
    going to part 2

  1. Date: 8/10/2012 4:44:00 PM
    ‡ Nice Rhyme Amid A Touching Light Dear Terry ˜ All Life Is Precious Is It Not .... Onward We Go ‡