Winter's Wolf by BonnySaintAndrew

I run below a moonlit winter sky,
The freezing wind is clean, fresh and new,
Cold dark alive with midnight scent,
And grass wet with silver dew.
Muscles singing with the
Promise of the kill,
And night's glory.
But my thoughts -
Pure, raw,
Red.

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  • Entered: 3/9/2011 4:56:59 PM
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