The Wolf

by Isabella   Oct 30, 2012


She padded silently,
along the brush,
waiting for the body full of blood.
Crouching down,
ready...
with the beautiful eyes of night.
She pushed off with strong feet.
Soaring in the air,
Fangs sinking into a soft innocent creature.
landing softly as though nothing happened.
and returning to a home.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Love Hurts

    Omg girlfriend, you can right a great poem! Good job!