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Winter WolfI am the Winter Wolf, bringer of snow and cold. Come upon you in the months when I can rule the land. I am the Winter Wolf. Sometimes I come quietly, softly, leaving behind only a light dusting of snow. Sometimes I come in a fury, burying both forests and cities alike in my wrath. I am the Winter Wolf. Can you hear the freezing wind howling outside your safe, snug house? That is my voice, singing the song of winter through your neighborhood. I am the Winter Wolf. Do you watch the white flakes falling outside in your backyard? That is me, shaking my laden pelt over your little town. I am the Winter Wolf. Do you see the frost clouding your windows in the early mornings? That is the steam from my breath as I looked in and watched you sleep. I am the Winter Wolf. Do you marvel at the blanket of pure fallen snow as you step outside the next day? That is my pelt, shedded from my great being, and fallen to the Earth. I am the Winter Wolf. Do you stare at the icicles hanging from your roofs, gutters, and cars? They are my teeth, jagged and sharp, while water drips like saliva from their tips. I am the Winter Wolf. Do you wonder (if you still wonder about anything), why clouds always gather before a snowstorm? I create them to hide my true self from your eyes as I pass over your world. I am the Winter Wolf. But always, in the end, I must leave, move on, to bring winter upon other places. Or else I go to my den in the lands of ice and snow at the top of the world, where winter reigns forever. But I am the Winter Wolf, and I will always return, and make your land in my image for a brief time. Year after year, decade after decade, century after century... I will come, singing the song of winter, till the world's end. I am the Winter Wolf. - Copyright by Sloane J. 2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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