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Tuesday, December 13, 2005


   poem
here is a poem I wrote last night while listening to the Carol of the Bells as played my the TransSyberian Symphony?Orchestra. enjoy.


The Wolf Cub

Snow falls gently to the ground.
Starlight glints on the flakes.
The whisper of the wind is the only sound.
A wolf cub silently wakes.

He shivers in the relentless cold.
About him he looks with fear.
The memory of warmth is faded and old.
The pang of hunger is strong and near.

He remembers seeing his mother leave
And his father follow close behind.
Quiet his father told him to keep
And maybe soon they’d dine.

That had been a week ago,
And now the pup howled.
He wondered if some strange foe
Close to him now prowled.

Stumbling, he wanders off
Into the snowy night.
He hears a ragged cough
And sees a strange sight.

Two odd lumps are on the ground.
They slowly stir and moan.
His lost parents he has found
But almost too cold they’ve grown.

He whines and pushes at his dad
And worries at his mom.
But he has no cause to be sad,
For while they’d been gone,

They found some food to eat
And had brought it back to the pup.
Death that night they did not meet,
And now on food they’d sup.

The family is now united
And continue on their way.
Never again will they be slighted
Of food on a wintry day.

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