Smell of a dead rat,
also of a cat.
It's eyes so bright,
especially at the night.
They fall in a pile of bones,
When this happens they groan.
Resting in peace,
at the least.
Forever to stay..
but has no right to pay.
Author notes
About undead wolves? 
Was it good...?
Comments
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This is a very deep poem. It brings a chill up my spine. I like the rhythm and rhyme. You write as a much older person would. Great job. Great imagery. Shancy.



