the flames dance in thy bright eyes
For Ray's Wolfy Tales Challenge
hollow eyes stare out of the gloom, but no move does the lean hunter make
the fire crackling beneath venison on the spit
a lone meal for me and mine own cub, we are hungry too,
reduced in our desperate state to feed on carrion with the crows.
did thine mother never teach thee to hunt, wastrel wolfling?
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did she never lead you a merry chase across the tundra
snapping at the heels of a mighty caribou herd?
come warm thyself at the fire, motherless pup,
let the flames dance in thy bright eyes and
feed upon our scraps, for we are poor but not hard hearted.
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John Cox
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