As the wolves run in the snow,
raising their muzzles,
howling their know,
all eyes yellow,
so mellow are they,
running so swiftly,
making their way.
Seeing me watching,
they don't even pout,
but look at me staring,
and let their shouts out.
Running away,
a few stay to lay,
watching me still,
what gracious will.
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A contest entry
- Memories (quote prompt) by Frodofan.
575 points, ended December 25, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
no question
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I like this. I like the tone and quick rhythm of it. It reminds me of a rhythm I had in a poem of mine called "Winter Road."
I love Wolves. It's certainly an interesting memory, whether true to life literally or possibly metaphorically. I can see how the wolves could be compared to people - the way some friendships move on but others stay.
Thanks for entering.
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good background and poem is rhythmic.liked it.
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What is it with all you kids making the exact same face in all pictures? You all look so depressed... and... the same... no individality. All I have time to say is I like the poem and change "their" to they
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Thanks sissy. =3 Glad you read my poems. =3 Im off to enter more contests! That was entered in one...wish me luck!
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wow i like the rthym of this poem
its great -
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Thank you. Good picture btw.
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