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The Wolf
The wolf sits before me
White, clean, pure
He looks at me with warm eyes
He has a plan for me
A purpose
He knows what I am capable of
Sees my potental
He has chosen me
I sit in the forest
Alone with him
I wait
He pulls himself up gracefully
He moves slowly toward me
Eyes intent on only me
I hold my breath
"This life for you, only you"
I hear him say
Then he is gone
I am left to wait
Wait for what I am to become
really good imagery. A really powerful freeverse poem. Keep up the great writng and visit my stuff sometime if you have the time. ^_^ KEEP WRITNG GREAT STUFF