wild things
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Wild wolf
Through the grass, through the trees Rushing forward with wild ease. The wolf comes now running hard Branches crackle, brittle shards. He seeks his prey, seeks his meal He will not stop, never kneel. For life would bring him quickly to heel As his strength faded away. A crackling pop, the rabbit leaps up Running Continue reading
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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