White Wolves
As Silent countless shadows They stalk their prey, Venturing to Where dangers lay. Unseen forces Drive the pack, Drifts of snow Cover their tracks. Wind in their face, This crystal night, The white wolves know The time is right. The kill is swift, The blood is sweet, The pack at last makes Its filed retreat The scent of the Den Beckons them now, Instincts advise them Where and how. Eerie calm settles O’er the land, Then howls cry out, They’re home again! Written November 25th, 2001 © on Mar 02 2002 07:45 PM PST, Timothy G Cameron 0 • 10
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