Me as a wolf in my life before this life.


The Wolf am I

Walking through the white forest,
leaving four paw prints in the snow.
I sniff the air for food,
a deer so appetizing.
The deer walks by,
I hide,
waiting for the right moment to attack.
Waiting for minutes,
maybe hours I don't know.
Finnally I attack,
ripping the innocent prey to pieces,
making gashes where the sweet blood and meat will soon fill me.
I eat until only bone remains of the unlucky animal,
leaving to find my place of resting where only I know of,
my home.
I find my home and lay to rest until another day alone without my pack.
The spirit of a wolf but a body of a human I am.

~David Lomenick




Poetry by David Lomenick
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 22:31

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I LOVE THIS POEM! it flowed! it was sort of disgusting but i liked it all the same. It reminded of my poem called My Wolfie. This is amazing, but watch puctuation and capitalization
2006-11-30