We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.
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A dog sits waiting,
His plumes tail gently waving,
As he waits for you to return.
He thought that they were going to get out to play,
...
Wolves eyes...
are the most beautiful eyes
to look into.
What do you see
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My friend is turely misunderstood,
She comes from ature like the earth and the wood,
All the misconceptions about her she must defend,
They cannot see she has the gentleness of the wind.
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(I was going through my cousins papers after he died and found this. I decided to put this up here today... he left all his works of peoetry to me and some of them we wrote together. I may start to put up some of his poetry on here, i dunno.)
No more homework! No more tests!
We the students of the USA certainly agree,
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I watched the black car pull up in front of my mother's house,
I watched the strangers walk up the drive,
I cocked my head as they knocked on the door,
My mother opened the door and gasped.
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Two wolves trotting side by side,
One scarred one ragged both beautiful.
One as black as the starless night,
One as white as the blazing moon,
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The wolves are coming...
Their feet are falling on long-forgotten paths,
their lost voices are filling the vast sky.
While their golden eyes slash through the night;
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Not the night call for his mate
Nor the full moon instinct howl
This wolf song sings forlorn fate
A lonesome breed on singular prowl
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