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My silky ivory coat keeps me warm in the artic climate,
my keen senses search for prey in the Alaskan wilderness-
When I encounter the mighty mount Denali, I climb it,
yes, I am an Artic Wolf and am known for being carnivorous.

I savor the flavor of a great 
muskoxen and caribou.
The way the twilight sparkles 
upon my prey, I feel the 
desire for more-
When darkness hovers over 
the land, my pack and I
find that there is more prey 
than during the day holding
such brilliant light. 

     My teeth-
         Razor sharp.
            My eyes-
                Deep chameleon blue.

Here I am, hunting for the fox that I always fight,
we battle and struggle with each other’s strength-
And as I search for artic hares in the middle of the night,
my leap into catching him is nine feet long in length. 

As dusk arrives I anticipate
the salmon-
The reverie delivers the taste 
I can never resist.
As I run through my territory 
of about one hundred miles
I feel the fervor of the fight.

       My teeth-
         They clench.
            My eyes-
              Intense.

I am ready for the temptation of killing as it arrives,
and as my teeth growl I soon become prepared-
My claws dug deep in the ground as I begin to thrive,
for I have encountered a black mountain bear.

Through the combat of the 
battle I have found victory.
I am alone, with no other wolf
in the brawl. 
I relish in the taste of triumph
and surmount as being the 
greatest Artic Wolf in the
Alaskan territory. 

       My teeth-
          Superior.
            My eyes-
               Acute.

My famished body has been marked with the game,
my prey killed with one grasp from my mouth-
Then I linger on to my cave, fulfilled and tame, 
tomorrow it will be the time to travel down south. 



Poetry in an Animal's View
Jamie Pan
January 29, 2017
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