Call Of The Wolf Poem by Eleanor Rose

Call Of The Wolf

Rating: 5.0


The howling wolf
Facing the moon
Inflamed with silver light
It howls its call
Its sad lonely song
It rolls over hills and meadows
And over mountains and forest
For it is the call of nature
It is the call of the wolf

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
the wolf is free and wild. It howls with its untamed voice to all yet to none.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 29 April 2014

This is very good, please check out my poems

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Colleen Courtney 25 April 2014

Nicely written. Wonderful imagery!

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