Wolf

First poem I've wrote in a while.

 

 

I run...

Run with my pack at my back...

My mate by my side...

Through the tight, cold air of the mountains.

Wind rustles and slides it's icey fingers through the smooth tangle that is my coat.

I focus on the steady rythem of heavy paws hitting the snow.

And the rich scent that pulls me on.

I am hunter.

I am protector.

I am alpha.

I am . . . wolf.

 

Author's Note

not the best speller sometimes. Sorry.

Reviews

[Amber]

Love it!!

[Markymark]

Oops,

Sorry. Should have read the bio....I see that you're a lady.

I was thinking Alpha male. There is an alpha female too...she gets to choose who litters pups and which females get to stay in the pack.

Markymark

[Markymark]

Great poem. Spelling?..... That's why we have spell check. The only noticeable one is Rhythm.

An easy way to remember: Rise High You Two Headed Monster.

Alpha Dog gets his pick of the females. Ha ha.

Waiting for more posts.

Markymark

[BABSIE BEE]

Very imaginatively put. I think you must be very interesting and not as you say in your bio.
Thanks for sharing.
BBXX

[Song of Mercy]

ohhh, I was there. Hearing the soft pad of my mate beside me. Knowing the strength of life followed behind me. Beautiful. I hope to read more from you. Thank you for sharing. Barb