Who Made the Wolf?
Who made the wolf?
Who carved that knowing stare,
the haunting echo
of freedom,
of wildness,
of home?
The wolf,
she threw herself into the arena,
and clawed her way out of the abyss.
Now turned inward,
eyes aglow
with fear and the inevitable knowing,
time is limited.
I stretch my legs long, rising
to greet the day.
I snap my jaw shut, eyes closed,
holding…
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