Howler
Howler had been raised by the wolves since two
A toddler, she had been adopted with her eyes of blue
She was like them, she could enemy disembowel
A lone wolf, who knew how to really howl
A thunderous howler, who could keep up with the pack
She had their best interests, and they had her back
When she fell in love, it was with one of their own
They were best friends forever, their oats unsown.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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