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She knows by the flight of homing birds
Her hunger will grow to reach the nails.
The tingling nails will curl to seek prey.
She looks at the streak of trees doused in
The liquid crescendo of silver.
Moon barks out at the sad bluish earth!
She crawls towards the lake on the plain.
Hunger and hunger extending roots...
She hunts for her life.
But the bullet that
Enters in her head
Is for sick men's' game.
Silver quivers on the dirty lake.


Comments: 14
Maria
I love it!
She crawls towards the lake on the plain.
your lines are always wrapped in powerful images which I love to read again.
You have compiled this Wolf beautifully