Poem Time

[dragonlady55]

A gentle breeze toches my face
the moon filters through
his song soars through the sky
the hunt is in the night
green eyes glowing,
bones growing,
padded paws swift on the ground
trees rustling in the wind,
a thousand smells,
a million sounds,
sweet grass,
hair flying,
fur growing,
the full moon rises
the blood starts running
the night in my vaines
running; searching;
my brotheren call to me
we run forerver on...

Ahhhhh. So um. Don't judge me. Lol.