howl to the moon
the story continues
the lone wolf strides
far from his family
they are left behind
he trods on the path
snow kicks up from his feet
the cold trek across Alaska
the moon he shall greet
he stops in his tracks
and looks twords the sky
let's out great howl
the sound of it flys
he morns for his mother
he cries for his dad
his siblings are gone
he feels he's gone mad
but onward he goes
off in the snow
where's he to next
stayed tuned for the next show :D
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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