Cally A. Nixon

Rookie (9-17-93 / Kansas)

Timber Wolf Story - Poem by Cally A. Nixon

The water,
trickling over stones...
The sound music to his ears,
in many different tones.

His paws sliding,
silently over the slipery wet rocks...
He glances at the moon,
that can tell time better than any clock.

He slinks closer,
wanting but one little drink...
He observes uninterestedly,
as another makes off with a mink.

He feels the presence,
of his ancesters...
As the wound upon his body,
starts to ooze and fester.

He can feel them,
just out of reach...
But there's a line,
he can't yet breach.

He can feel the bullet,
that made him able to sense...
That fear with which,
he has no defense.

He slips,
one last time...
And he finally crosses,
that last line.

Now he is,
one of them...
Now he can always,
watch over his brethren.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010



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