The Dying Wolf (a poem)

Post date: Dec 8, 2017 12:31:55 PM

By: Mariah Flynn, Staff Writer

Posted December 8th, 2017

The Dying Wolf

The wolf howls at night,

All alone with no love.

No companions or pack,

To keep the cold away.

The moonlight shines down,

Upon the snowy hills.

Through the pine trees,

Onto the frozen lake.

The smell of pine drifts,

Through the air.

Over the snow drifts,

Weaving into the wolf’s coat.

The wolf looks to the sky,

Sadness shining in her eyes.

Quiet whines travel,

In the frigid air.

Her nose rests in the snow,

The coldness not affecting her.

As she takes her last breath,

Happiness glistened in her cobalt eyes.

Her body relaxes.

She is still.

Never to move again.