The Woods At Night Poem by Grace DeVon miller

The Woods At Night



in the woods i hear the wolves
they can be deadly but butifull
i wish i could go and look at them
but im stuck hear.
I want to go look and wach them as they lurk in the night
they can be so mean but not all
dont judge these magnificent creaturs
that i love to watch

Saturday, May 29, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: woods
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