Wolf Child

This is all same,
and still so new,
the gray white fur,
has a light tint of blue.
The moon is full,
the wolves are out
their eyes so bold,
the light flickers out.
My eyes widen,
my heart is racing,
the wolves are trying,
and still pacing.
My eyes meet,
and so do theirs,
they must be wondering
how do I dare:
To live with them, side by side,
with mother natures, beautiful pride.
I don't have a meaning,
or even a clue,
why the wolf touches me,
with its heart so true. by Saberwolf033

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