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

animallifenaturefree verse

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L Milton Hankins

March 18, 2022 at 1:51 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

March 18, 2022 at 6:41 PM

Any time, my friend, any time!

Dillon Flom

March 18, 2022 at 2:15 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!