TEMPUS FUGIT
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REQUIEM
FULL MOON
TRANSCENDENTAL MEDITATION
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NOTHING LASTS FOREVER
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THE LONE WOLF
The lone wolf howls at a waning moon,
a pitiful, mournful cry.
It echos through northern forests,
an eerie serenade ere he dies.
His fur is dull and matted,
over a body ruined by time.
To many miles on worn paws,
from to many mountains to climb.
His existence spent on the run,
despised and hunted for sport.
He had to hide from legends told,
and false, fabled reports.
Accounts of stealth and cunning,
shape changing with the moon.
Untruths, half truths, stories,
retold tales to mark his doom.
Upon a solitary rocky ridge,
his old eyes turn toward the sky.
His last hoarse howl a death dirge,
he sinks upon mother earth to die.
He'll never see the moon rise,
or run with the pack again.
Never will his voice be heard,
except in spirit, on the wind.
copyright©2003 Meg Nelson (all rights reserved)
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