The Wolf's Catch Poem by Timothy Long

The Wolf's Catch



there it sat in the den eating caraboo, staring at me in curioustity with it's big blue eyes filled with envy and furiousity, i just dtared back at it's teeth jumping into action chasing me, in it's eyes a killer and preditor, but it's body running with grace, i met it with claws extended, ready tonstrike but suddenly it stopped and just stared, while my tools were sharp for death and striking, they were stopped by his hurt stare, his blue eyes turning to a slitted amber, which were amazingly for death when they killed for meat, but it's big blue eyes were filled with kindness, i didn't get it, with curiousty, i just put the wepons down, staring at it with hazel eyes to kill or tame it, so i did with little diffuctly, with a mountain pack also, with my new wolf as a friend and guild for spirts in tow, with its pack following me for its power to display, in moments notice i took notice to my surrrounding that im in a wolf pack and catching troubled animals, for im the wolf's catch.

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Timothy Long

Timothy Long

Auburn, New York
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