Treasure Island

Harindhar Reddy

(Sept/19/1983 / Haliya, Hyderabad, India)

Aroo! A Lone Wolf Hollers in the Jungle (Limerick-17)


At night, in woods, lone wolf with full of fright;
Smell of death lingers in the air sans light,
The owls shriek as the trees weep,
Shadows everywhere, sounds peep,
My heart begins to pound in creepy dream.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Edited: Thursday, March 22, 2012


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  • Unwritten Soul (3/22/2012 11:28:00 AM)

    Aroooooooooo, mean it's late night right? ? ? .....well a lobe wolf, why must you feel scare, you are a wolf not a chicken to be hunted :) if you want to get others around Arooooooo with softly and be friendly...what a kind wolf u are! hahaha_Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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