- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Wolf
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the wolf, once shattered
and broken, winds his
way through the ancient
trees of his forest home,
an image of perfection
and perfect beauty
locked in his serene mind,
he stops at a water hole,
drinks, then he observes his
reflection proudly in
those crystal waters,
I am what I am, and
that is me.’ He thinks
to himself.’ Then his ears
perk up as a distant sound
reaches him, his heart
soars, as the voice of
an angel sings a joyous
song, ah, my beloved
calls.’ He raises his
muzzle to the sky and
howls his triumphant
answer to that angelic
call, then he jumps the
water hole and bolts
in the direction of that
angelic voice that calls
to his heart, his strides
rapid as his powerful
muscles bunch and flow
beneath his glorious
coat I COME MY BELOVED!!!
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