Mother Wolf

November 22, 2007
soft and smoothly you rome the lands
gliding past the delicate grass
disturbing whoever catches your eyes
soon you lunch on their remains happily
the solitude you have has no effect
you hunt in packs restraining a fight
My little cub you are for sure
Never forget a mothers love
Is never limited
For a mother wolf

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