Running With The Wolves Poem by Blake Foxx

Running With The Wolves



I take my stance, prop my feet.
Heels up, back arched.
My body roaring to go.
I gaze left, gaze right, nothings stopping me.
The gun cracks, my feet fly like the bullet it shoots.
As i run forward my world changes.
I see my home, the rocks, the trees and the streams.
I race forward feeling my body fly over these obstacles,
nothing stops me.
My chest heaves my body groans and i push to the limit,
all paws to the ground.
I cross into the clearing and howl with victory,
looking back at my competitors and hurtles i beat.
My world comes back and i see the track.
The wolf inside of my sleeps for now,
waiting for the next big race.

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THE WOMB! ! ! ! I know shocking
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