Shiver Poem Poem by Rhiannon blackbird

Pondering silent,
As of not to be found,
I see natures flow,
I hear every sound,

From the birds in the trees,
To the rustling leaves,
The wolves moaning howl,
Oh how he grieves,

His beauteous sight,
May give many a fright,
But I understand his soul,
The feeling he cannot control,

The loneliness in his heart,
Sets him far apart,
From the pack he is abase,
His lowly cries cannot displace,

The beating in his chest,
The life of whom he once was blessed,
When he was human long ago,
There was a girl that he loved so,

Her name was grace,
And for her Sam would look,
Searching every which crook,
Seeking throughout all time and space,

But the angel he recalls,
Never shall he find,
For by the threads of his fate,
She too is bind.