White Wolf

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White Wolf

A pack of wolves
roaming
in the rolling fog
drifting
towards me
almost invisible
under a new moon.

Eyes
piercing
the dark night
like burning coals
the pack
roving
like smoke.

One
lone wolf
leads
cautiously
moving forward
radiant
white coat.

Eyes
meet
as time
stands still
rapport
grows
spirits speak.

A twig
snaps
the spell
broken
a pack of wolves
disappear
with the morning mist.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

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