A wolf’s hint  
 
Hunt alone, hunt in packs. 
Let no prey see or notice you. 
Hunt on the weak, old, and young. 
Let smell guide you and 
Let hearing take you. 
Stalk carefully and 
Strike when it’s perfect. 
 
 
 
 
Friends in trust  
 
Two, two humanoid animals, out on an open space alone. 
A Bear & a Fox, in the rainy night, sit in the open. 
They dance later, holding hands, without a single word. 
They dance till either the rain stops, or the sun rises. 
 
 
 
 
 
A world bound to heat up 
 
They say it’s a fake, 
But I believe it is real. 
 
The world is bound to go up in flames, 
The flames that we won’t be able to escape. 
 
Oceans rise, rivers & lakes flood, rain pounds harder than before, 
And no one is looking at the truth of ourselves. 
 
Hurricanes blow, Tornadoes rip through, Drought dries us up, 
Yet we grew despite the world’s heating up, to kill. 
 
 
 
 
A thing to not let go 
 
 
I know that I’ll have to give up something in life, but only one of them that I’ll never let go of, and that would be my writing habits. 
Started writing since sixth grade and I still wanted to keep this habit of mine for a long time, even despite if it was recent or not. 
I want this habit to stick with me for good for more to come. 
 
 
 
 
The Bad Twin 
 
I’m night; he’s day. 
I’m settled; he swirls. 
I’m in heavy metal; he’s in rap. 
I’m simple; he’s a style freak. 
My evening would be writing; his would be cussing in rap. 
Author in my way; speaker in his way. 
I care; he ditches. 
I would live in Germany; he would live in rich city. 
I would return lost items; he would steal it. 
Relationship will be good; his will be stained. 
But if my twin is named Ian, I would not be surprised.