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The Wolf
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The Wolf

Poem By Brianna Micheals

I feel the wind blowing in my hair.
the moon high in the sky.
darkness all around.
I feel the sweet pain coming up my spine.
A shiver goes down my back.
the change is coming.
I welcome the feel.
Its what I am that makes me beautiful.
a wolf with jet black fur and deep blue eyes.
a creature of the night.
I have changed and I start to run.
running through the woods.
the sweet smell of the tree's.
I see the rest of the pack.
they see me.

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Hey! You weren't kidding when you claimed to be different. One doesn't often meet a black wolf with deep blue eyes on a poetry site. :) I like this one a lot. Zen