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The Wild thing

Poetry By: twinkletoes
Poetry


wild with the hint of moral


Submitted:Mar 26, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


in the dusk in the dark,

an animal creeps.

from not very far.

i see his eyes,

look to the skys.

creeping at night,

out of sight.

catch his pray,

no reason to stay,

blood trail from where he lay.

taking the life from the animal he slaughter,

last of it left for his lion cub daughter.





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