Through the trail that lies
coveted with fallen auburn leaves
The singer of the wild
watches as he grieves.
Muzzle tilted up to the sky
the canvas smeared with a thousand shades
He sings to the heavens
where the water cascades.
Golden eyes
ever so alert
Wary of everything
never once to they divert.
Chocolate fur
with years etched into his muzzle
He knows the laws of the word
it's been so long since it was ever a puzzle.
The amber foliage
caressing his face.
Watching the pups with no mother
taking them in to fill the space.
Where his own pups once played ...
A contest entry
- Winner Takes All...Picture Prompt by SamanthaSam.
400 points, ended November 6, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is a lovely poem with great use of metaphors and flow and most poetry tools. I really like what you told in your poem and the Autumn scene was very nicely done too. So, this male wolf was going to raise anothers pups? That's an unusual take on the promt but very sweet. I loved this. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck in it.
Sam I Am
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grrr stop penning good poems- and entering the really good ones in the contests i enter- you eliminate my chances of winning!
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