Wolves
Wolves,
Howling at the moon.
Warning you,
Your time here ends soon.
Wolves,
Children of the night.
Beautiful gloom,
Mezmorizing sight,
Of impending doom.
Wolves,
Swiftly hunting through the night,
Dart across the ground.
Bathed in ivory moonlight,
They move without a sound.
Wolves,
Magnificent creatures.
Oh how I'd love to pet one,
Despite their vicious features.
I believe this poem in done.
Wolves,
Magnificent creatures.
Oh how I'd love to pet one,
Despite their vicious features.
I believe this poem in done.
