Wolverine Growl
The solemn night's silence was
broken,
As needles pierces with a shrieking
sound bespoken.
So the growl of the wolverine breakthrough
the moonless night,
Waking up in a jolt, drenched in sweat,
what a sweet plight,
Lo, it was only a frozen case of a
nightmare awoken.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2017
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