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The Wolf And His Pack

17 Nov

Angel Takes Flight

His fresh raw teeth showing with no fear to hide

the rumble sounds of thunder billowing over the thicket of his land

leaving his print within the mud and dirt around

then he sees another in mere sight

together they tumble teeth ready to bite 

standing their own ground fighting the first of their own kind

or  who steps across the boundaries of their thicket lines

seeing of whom will win the dominancy at hand

trying their hardest and best only to protect their given land

they stand together like that of an army of men

bringing in food for their women and pups

plenty for the entire pack to have enough for them all

this land will always remain his own

and he will stand firm ears perked with every movement or sound

his heart will beat fast as he stays pure and faithful till his old aged death

even then…

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Posted by on November 17, 2016 in Poetry

 

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