Dancing with a Non Alpha Wolf
her auburn hair spins out as she flails around the studio
dancing with the largest of the wolves, because she can
wild knows wild, and they are definitely both earth animals
The he-wolf is not the alpha, but a mighty fine dancer
His enormous legs are prancing during this tango
They circle each other with light steps, not making eye contact
Both have amber eyes, his are huge, with deep brown centers
Hers have touches of silver and green in the corners
The audience holds their breath, waiting for the finale
Hoping it will not involve teeth or blood or death
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