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Call of the Wolves A Poem by:
Copyright shall at all times remain vested in the Author. No part of the work shall be used, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the Author's express written consent. A shadow slinks between the trees. It slips on by like a wayward breeze.
The icy silence clings like a shroud. While pale light filters neath a moon rimmed cloud.
A rumble of sound like a low growl. Escalates in volume becoming a pitched howl.
The wolves are singing their song of life. They are making a comeback despite all the strife.
Their joy can be heard in the cacophony of sound. Noses pointed at the moon, while seated on the ground.
Jacqui Thornton
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