Wolves

Howling under moonlight Clenched jowls and sharpened fangs Swarm fated ill-fortune, Effortlessly gliding In perfected patterns Adapting with each dash Until red runs on green grass March 18, 2022

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 3/18/2022 1:51:00 PM

Hi Dillon! In a Pleiades, every line of your poem must begin with the same letter as the first letter of your title. I thought you might not know this. I sure didn't until someone pointed it out to me. Take a look at some of the Pleiades that are being entered in a contest here right now. Love your poem, by the way! If it were me, I'd just call it Free Verse and leave it as is. It's really good!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/18/2022 6:41:00 PM

Any time, my friend, any time!

Dillon Flom
Date: 3/18/2022 2:15:00 PM

Thank you sir! I’m glad you enjoyed it and I appreciate the note. The more we learn the better we get so thank you for helping me grow!