Shining White Wolf Poem by Casey Mackay

Shining White Wolf



Shining white wolf in the rain
Standing on the hill
By the big oak tree.
Oh how you bay.
Your wild, mysterious song
Draws me in,
Awakens my soul...
Like the call
of the Earth itself.
And then -
The rain is gone.
And so the wolf.

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