Mystic Rose Rose Poet Couplet

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

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Matthew Anish August 12, 2018 at 3:28 PM The only hunting I do is for postcards. They should leave the wild animals alone! Nice work! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Harry Horsman August 12, 2018 at 4:22 AM Excellent poetry, Pixie, love the sentiment.

Vladislav Raven August 11, 2018 at 1:39 PM Hi Pixie, i come down on the side of wolves. I love them, they are part of the wild i love. A little gem of a poem you have written here. There should be room for us all in this world of ours. Sing your songs my friend. Have a wonderful Saturday. Hugs....Mike. XX

Sunlite Wanter August 11, 2018 at 11:00 AM I come down "I love them," because they are the ancestors of dogs, and I love most all dogs. Such a well written couplet.