Saturday, July 16, 2011


Let's go
with the wolves.
Cold mountain air
we are the kings up here
mountain lion's walk alone
but we are a pack
conquering the wilderness.
The pride is thinning.

Flesh is warm
teeth are strong
when the green is gone
them slow
no match for our jaws.

Blood ooze
bone crackle.
Satisfied we lie
morning sun
ten dog bed
warm and snug.

Then to run.

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