Redone..surprisingly i fixed this one up the least...O.o....... (shrugs) i couldn't find hardly any way to fix it... maybe someday i'll redo it completely...someday. lol right now i'm just too lazy. .

The newest poem in the Spirit Wolf series. Not the greatest I think… but its something considering the horrid writer’s block I’ve had these past weeks.. lol Oh, BTW. This is dedicated to my best friends and my family. I love you all! Hope you like it!

.:seara:.

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Her Pack

Friendship,
Family,
Protection,
And pups;
Is what makes up a pack.

She mused as she watched them all.
As they wrestled and played in the summer sun.
Or just lay quietly and humbly,
Next to one another in the shadow of a nearby oak.
Those wolves in the valley below;
Young and old,
Were just that.
Her pack.

Settling her eyes on four wolves near the old den,
She watched an older silver gray she fondly nuzzled and congratulated a young red,
Who’s stomach bulged slightly with the promise of pups.
Her mother and sister.

Slightly past them,
A large black male with a graying muzzle,
Sat quietly and dignifiedly.
As he sized up another,
A dark brown male;
Who calmly awaited judgment.
Her father and new brother.

Hearing a yelp,
Her ears twitched toward her right,
Eyes following to look over toward four other wolves.
Two females;
A beige and a brown were wrestling and growling at each other in the tall grass.
She snorted to herself.
Those two were always playing and creating trouble,
And both loved to annoy the others in the small group.

Rising up and going down the small rise,She trotted over to the last two members.
The gray’s beat against the ground in greeting.
And the sable nipped at her playfully.

Sitting beside the sable female;
Both watched amusedly as their friends scuffled,
And as the other gray female whined and growled at the other two wolves,
Trying to end their small quarrel.

She had many memories to share with those four wolves.
Remembering all the trouble they’d caused and gotten into together.
Those four were her first friends when her family first came here.

They were her family,
Her friends.
The ones she protected,
And the ones that protected her.
Her Pack.

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R&R

Rose Marie Wolf: lol I liked that line too. I think that poem was one that I used the best wording in. This one I don’t think I did so well.. but I hope you like it as much as you did the last!

Unseen-invisible: Can ya tell which wolf you are? Lol btw.. how was it symbolic? I really didn’t mean for it to be. Lol glad you liked it tho! Hope you liked this one.