BEAUTY OF THE WOLF
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Somewhere on this wintry night
The wolves prowl throughout the
land
Searching for shelter
Finding it wherever they can.
.
Amidst snow and cold
Against bitter wintry nights
They find solace in their own
kind
Awaiting the morning light.
.
Searching for food in the winter
For miles they travel in packs
Knowing no other way of living
But to survive in want or lack.
.
Ever watching over their own
kind
Protecting and hunting in the
snow
To share the bounty of winter's
kill
Is the only life they know.
.
What beauty to behold within
their eyes
What mysteries we'll never know
Just remember the wolf is a wandering
soul
At home wherever they go.
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Poem Copyrighted February 2000-Irishgrrl
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