A rabbit hops alone.
The wolf sees the rabbit.
The wolf then feels the ground,
It is cold, he sees the whiteness of the ground.
Next the wolf focuses his eyes back to his prey.
His eyes tense, waiting.
muscles tightening, ready to spring.
The rabbit oblivious.
The wolf, all knowing.
The rabbit, stops.
The wolf, moves.
No more is the rabbit,
More filled is the wolf.
The wolf howls to his allies of his new kill.
The rabbit is my prey,
I am the WOLF.
This is a furrie poem, in other words the wolf is my fursona
Comments
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this is good, but wheres the meaning??????
Demon -
its pretty cool i liked how you worded it and the i find the ending funny haha funny not like you screwed up funny but yea any way cool poem i like it
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I didn't ask for that i want to know about my poem....
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weird
i saw the site and...it...is...weird!
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