dead man walking
she-wolf stalking
tilts her nose,
scent into air.
wind through hair,
green slit lights
prowling lone.
gently, barely
touching ground.

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  1. Ermilia avatar

    Lovely, short, dark. Great poem!
    – Ermisenda

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    1. ēςkǻyǻi avatar

      Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed this poem : D

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  2. @s2Elise avatar
    @s2Elise

    Is this in the perspective of a man about to meet the Father of his beloved ?

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    1. ēςkǻyǻi avatar

      It could be, that didn’t cross my mind upon writing but can see it now. It’s open to interpretation but it was from another viewpoint : D

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