A wolf on a hill
waiting for her male
I sat beside her
very still
she lays down
on my lap
I pet her gently
she sits up straight
gets ready to pounce
I get ready to move
she tells me to stop
she wont hurt me
so i sit back down
she jumped into me
I realized she was my spirit
lonely and always waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem, I enjoyed it.