Wolf's Life Poem by Zanny 101

Wolf's Life



the fresh smell of life,
the tastes on my tounge.
the feeling of grass,
the hearing of song.
the wind shifts my fur,
but it doesnt last long.
why am I here?
how did I appear?
Who is the fighter
I will become?

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