posted on Oct, 27 2015 @ 07:49 AM
Ummm...The following should be fairly evident...as is the perspective...
White cubs mother
The tail of the white cubs mother caught a lonely northern blow
lifted
floated
drifted
almost in a wag of loves enchantment
So playful
caressing the wind
down
up
over
down
Almost
The quick sure slash
riveting attention to the
stop
flash
stop
downward arc of that silver shining tooth
The claw of the clumsy
two legged
hate scented
carrion
grasped fast to that blinding fang
which sliced so sure
so final
to place the crimson in the snow
The sick and soulful sound
like torn and rending metal
a lastness
a final fervent howl and no more
That now the coat of the white cubs mother might adorn
the limpid form of a clumsy
two legged
hate scented
milk breathed
carrion
For some reason I have an affinity for Wolves...Perhaps that's why my dog of choice is a Belgian Tervuren...and my best friend on all this
Earth...
Be well
YouSir