I see him, watching me.
His eyes glow as the setting sun
Flashes its purple hues
Only to reflect green.
His black nose twitches,
Testing the forest air around him
Shifting his gaze momentarily
But, directly, back to me.
His fur lifts slightly
In the little breeze;
All brown and black and white:
So beautiful.
His maw is parted open
As if he is laughing
At some secret joke
That I wish I knew.
If only I knew your wisdom, and serenity...
Don't leave, Wolf! I think with anguish
But as soon as I do, he's gone,
On some mysterious mission,
And I am left, wishing
I could have gone with him.
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mid night poetry( part 1)
PoetryAbout mid night poetry :collection of dark poems that I use to write or have written at night ! "I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'l...
