Wolf

Paula Dotson Frew
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

I am a wolf

Fierce, feral fangs

Bared

In the moonlight.

Splattering the spittle

Of the she-wolf

Fighting to protect

Her single

Surviving cub.

Howling in the moonlight

For the pack

To bare their fangs

And strike.

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