Wolves
The little wolverines are swiftly prowling by
the moon arrives to peer then nigh n' nigh
it gives away to sound, hooves and mental folly
as canis greys howl deep by bullet, rifle, brolly
The forest folds her secret from here to eternity
while the hunter puts down gun and armory
The moon bids last adieu and then she swift departs
while wolves lay photographed for sake of purit-art;
A deadly give away for aim and single shot
"you either love them, or you love them not"
Geographic love of animals and prey,
even bestial animals know how to pray.
August 11, 2018
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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