Travels the tree line
eats what it finds
Cousin the Dog
chows down Kibbles n Bits
or some other such ****
The lone wolf howls
not before mealtime
This beast roams,
has numerous homes.
Howling Wolf
A lucky day, a pack
A fight, a ****
The spoils of crafty laid plans.
The moon glow catches
his front row,
At peace with his place
But not the human race.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
Travels the tree line
eats what it finds
Cousin the Dog
chows down Kibbles n Bits
or some other such ****
The lone wolf howls
not before mealtime
This beast roams,
has numerous homes.
Howling Wolf
A lucky day, a pack
A fight, a ****
The spoils of crafty laid plans.
The moon glow catches
his front row,
At peace with his place
But not the human race.
Our cat howls when my lady goes to work the evening shifts. I think she has some wolf spirit in her.
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