the wolf.

wolf
paws in the dirt
blood in the snow
frigid, barren wasteland
ribs starting to show
she’s hunting you down
through the silence, the still
baring her teeth
the chase lost its thrill
a wolf in the winter
grows weary and cold
ever fighting the odds
against the bitter, the bold
fur black as the night
haunting guttural howls
eyes pierce the soul
on all fours she prowls

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