Silver Wolf

The moon shone down
On an unsuspecting forest
Filled with chatters and squeaks
There was noise all around
Nobody sensed what was to come

Then there came an hour
When through the forest
Stalked the Silver Wolf
Product of a diseased imagination

Dangerously, silently
Scythe like claws bit the ground
Gleaming fangs hung dangerously
From a curled and sneering jaw

With great silver strides
The wolf covered ground
While all creatures around
Fell still
Sending a silent prayer
To those who would fall to the jaws
The claws
Of the giant Silver Wolf

poem by Sophie Khanoum
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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