In vicious packs these creatures roam from their mouths secrete forth spit and foam. Their balck eyes glitter, as they hunt their prey. After their night of killing sport, they seek a warm place to stay. When one of their many die, their spiritual wing`s unfold and fly. To the mysterious full moon they howl. Which injures but illuminates they`re nightly prowl. Only from the essence of nature, do these wolves ever partake. Which leads to the question that humans hate. Who abuse all worldly things, and waste everything they take. ~By James Wiiliam McHorter-1996 ~

very nice

And through the eyes
A fear is felt
It is not the gnarl nor howl
the skin that breaks
The tear you know
Is in the soul, tis fowl.
A human knows the heart and thought,
Between us, understood.
Man acts beastly,captures, lures
A wolf will eye his food.

Wow! That was nice

Thank you. I loved your insight into human nature.
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