* Acytananda *

                The Spirit Of The WoLF



                is steady calling to me



                 clear as the h20 that





               I breathe thru out my snout





             my grey fur is my desquise  for





            I am the midnight guider of the light





              

          

               Howling at the moonlight, is   a





             joyest fact of my  passion  sights

            



     not a scared to prance my claws thru  the snow to



  

   join my brothers and sisters into a sucessfull hunt is



                           simply



  what i love to do cause  the beast forever lives in me  .





  * Written By GT , September 30, 2005 , * About Wolves   *  


Author's Notes/Comments: 

one who never fails of
falls , i love this poem

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