The Wolf
#2 of Poetry
When I see nature, I think of the wolf
Whose eyes always shine bright beautifully
With its gentle howling and bark of woof
And fur that glistens with immunity.
You can't compare the exquisiteness of
This beautiful, wild, flawless canine
To that of two birds or a chirping dove
or to flowers or the light of daytime.
On a full moon, the wolf sings its slow song
And along with the wolf, the others sing.
The songs would last for a time far too long,
But the beautiful ring rules like a king.
May the wolf never perish
While the moments like these, we should cherish