Lone Wolf
He rides on the back of the wind,
Wild and free to roam
The wilderness is his playground,
His own choosing, the game is his.
With agility and poise he is cunning,
His savage beauty bears him grace.
Wizened eyes hold his mystery,
Mesmerising to the point of seduction.
As the shadows beckon, his hackles rise,
A warrior, he is sight and sound.
His cry forlorn across the night,
As hypnotised by the moon he calls.
©.L.Kelly
Copyright © Lindsay Kelly | Year Posted 2010
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