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KitaRaizal May 2014
The wolf howls
To let others in the pack
Know where he is
The wolf howls
When apon lonely
Calling out in the dead of night
Hoping to hear a call back
When he doesnt
His howls become more
Desperate a cry for help
A plead for another to be out there
Wearing their heart on their shoulder
Their pain buried deep with in
The unforgettable  truth
The pleas to be called back
Fur shivering in cold
Hearted rejection
Fever sets in
The wolf is loosing who he is
Stumbling
Tripping
Loosing
Control
Kneeling over
Falling into a stream
Half covered
Half not
The chill of the November water
Biting into his skin
Fever crawling up the back of his throat
This poor wolf isnt going to make it
His heart beats faster
Black crawling at the edges of his sight  
Letting out one last heart felt howl
He slowly drifts away down stream
Trembling hard
Until
Finally it all stops
Hes gone
His eyes roll back
His body falls limp
This lone wolf
Fell apart

~
Summer-Skye
>~ No Its Not About You ~<
Miss Saitwal Jun 16
They bruise their pupils with the sharp roses.
They built an empire with fur and sequins.
And lived with poise and jealousy.
Burnt and alive, torn yet together.
The prudent of all, dangerous of all minds.

Survive, said the father
Believe, said the Jesus
KitaRaizal May 2014
She burns within
Shes my inner animal
She roars for attention
She plays with my heart
She growls in soft pleasure
She is my inner animal
She is the one who defines me
She is my animal
Reaching my hand out
Gently stroking her little head
Twisting my fingers around her ears
Her sleek orange fur ruffled up as she grunts in soft admiration
She is my little pet
Studded collar and all
Shes a beautiful little animal
Call her
Foxy


~
Summer-Skye
KitaRaizal Nov 2013
This Is Whats Inside
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This Is The Story Of The Wild Animal Within
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Her Name Is Fox
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She Is A Beautifully Stunning, Cunning, Passionate, Courageous Animal
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She Stands Tall, Her Head Held High, Not A Care In The World
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She Would Trot Along On A Stormy Winter Night, Stopping To Lift Her Tiny Muzzle To The Air
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Close Her Bright Blue Eyes, And Feel The Small Snow Flakes Land On Her Soft Fur
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She Smiles In Only A Way A Fox Can
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Enjoying The Feeling, The Bitter Biting Of The Cold Snow Beneath Her Paws, Her Frosty Little Black Nose
• • • • • • • • • •
Opening Her Eyes, She Takes In The Beautiful Land Scape In Front Of Her*
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Tall Pine Tree's Layered In Sheets Of Soft Fluffy Snow, The Ground Sparkling As If It Were Glitter
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The Dark Storm Clouds, Some How Beautiful In Their Own Way, Only There's A Small Gape in The Clouds
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Soft Beams From The Moon land On Her, Making Her Loominate In The Night
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Her Cherry Red Fur Looks As If It Were On Fire, Her Bright Blue Eyes Almost As Bright As The Sky's
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Again She Smiles And Trots Off


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~
Summer Skye
whatisthisplanet Mar 2016
what victory is it,
when he is not beside me
in soft flesh
but mangled fur

the world will rise and fall
always in a turmoil
those who seek to destroy
minds will stay living after dead

celebrate for now, if you must
already a new danger approches
He was not the first to try
He was the only i've loved.
yet another dragon age poem
The Black Cat of Killakee combs his Fur
Whilst waiting his Feed to divert his Curse:
A Tunney from him; And a Brush from her
For his Mood satisfy the Lady's Purse
Which, nay, see the Tears from his Beelzing Eyes
Oft we assume he was asking for milk
Then, drawing near, strike miser claws of ice
Yet lick your searing wounds as soft as silk
Still makes no sense, save to leave it alone
And cast the door open for its taste to leave
Cot! Fear! Disobey his Instruction bone
Then his Name's Allusion bleed your reprieve.
The Artist knew this, and Painted his Mark
At least on a Dine it knows not to Bark.
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