THE ANIMALS

Wolf

Darkness is the drink of choice
Searching for the sirus star
Across the cry of a broken voice
Bleeds a half-healed ragged scar

Searching for the sirus star
Down a darkened, loping trail
Bleeds a half-healed ragged scar
The swift, flick of a greybush tail

Down a darkened, loping trail
Across the cry of a broken voice
The swift, flick of a greybush tail
Darkness is the drink of choice


©Edwina Peterson Cross