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In the midst air of the cold wind
A howl to the moon was heard
I thought for sure that a brother of mine was in danger
From a vast distance of space and sky
I smelled an irony gory smell that was placed upon the white snow
Having scenes of bloody images coming to mind
For sure I thought it was just a dream
In the midst air of the cold wind
A howl to the moon was heard
And we mourned for our brother
As the moon so brightly shined before us
We cried for our loss
And the cold wind suddenly blew them away
With a whistle that said:
I’m still here…
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- Title: HOWL TO OUR BROTHER
- Artist: tododust
- Description: I wrote this poem in dedication to one of my friends who loves wolves, Phillip. I hope everyone likes it.
- Date: 05/23/2009
- Tags: howl brother wolf wolves
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