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W O L F. 

 

The hunter was running.

Running through the trees.

Th wolf was hunting the hunter.

The hunter slid down a fire licked bank.

The wolf leapt over.

The wolfs yellow eyes flashing through the trees like traffic lights.

The hunter was scared, for losing his life.

Its white claws lashed and scratched.

The hunter had fell like worthless ash.

 

Please leave a like or post. I don't do poems at all so I don't know if this really is a poem.

At least it should be good for you. 

 

 

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Wolf


 


A wolf had to run a bit


And he had a giant fit


Once he was gone from home


He was scared and alone


The wolf walked home with a bad back


And stepped on a big crack


He finally got home


And howled I am no longer alone.


 


 


Created By LIl Dog


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