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The Power of the Pack
In the deep of the forest, they prowl,
creeping along together in the black of night.
They howl to the moon, in harmony,soft and mournful
Asking her for guidance on their journey.
The earth is covered with an unforgiving frost,
the sky showing no signs of ever clearing.
Will they survive the winter? Will the grass be green again?
The dragga gazes helpless at his drappa, concern in his gold eyes.
For she is to bring forth the future of the pack.
Tomorrow 's dragga is held within her womb.
They must stop for shelter.
The elders of the pack pray to the ancestors,
Begging them to lead them out of this darkness.
Will they succeed? will there be a tomorrow for our beautiful friends?
Do not worry little ones, for the power of the pack is unstoppable.
The wolves rule the night, they rule the forest.
Spring will come.
Critiques
lyz
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Greeneyes.
Seren
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Elizabeth
greeneyes
16 years 8 months ago
my two favs
hugo la rosa
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Green Eyes:
greeneyes
16 years 8 months ago
hi
orgami
16 years 8 months ago
wolfs
greeneyes
16 years 8 months ago
thank you