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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
The last am I, apart from the winter moon that echoes my howling calls into the snow bleached forests and the rocky valleys of these mountain halls. Cold killer I, preying on the weak and frail on whose ill luck I depend as a larder hoofed and furred, chased hard and harried to their tearing end Gray ghost am I, in the haunts that I survey Cold silver maned and ice eyed, sure of paw and wildness wise with the will to fight but the guile to hide. Full fanged am I, lip curled with hackles warning, smooth muscled, taut to play my haunting call upon the breeze to mourn a death I've too long held at bay. "We are all atheists about most of the gods that societies have ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further." Richard Dawkins |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I love the wolf in this, and if you be part, it enhances a mere human! Magnificent, exquisite, powerful, but sensitive poem! - Owl |
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