The wolf

They stood face to face like
two predators in the wild
In the cold
In the whipping wind
Scent to scent
With teeth that could kill
There was no where to run
No where to hide
She crouched on the cold
ground ..
She felt the fire of his
might pinning her quivering
fur into the icy snow..
He was.. the wolf.
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Posted: Aug 2014

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bungallow55
Cafe

This create good and excited confusion

and still, I'm confused.laugh

awesome write.beer
bungallow55
Well Scatlyn 2 out of 2?

We'll find another one lost and confused.laugh wave

Cafe

You made our day.thumbs up
JEANIEMAC
"Scent to scent"
Musk I presume.
"The fire of his might"
Mighty good poem Cafe.
Girlygirl196349
WOOF SAID THE WOLF doh grin kiss dancing
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