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Dark As Night
Pelt of rippling black fur, dark as night
Darts through the snow, filled with fright.
The wolf runs like the wind that howls through the trees,
Steam pours from his mouth as he flees.
Gun of man's metal, dark as night
Shines like a diamond of darkness in the light.
Man fingers the trigger, but does not let go,
He waits for the wolf to stop running and slow.
Man's glove made of leather, dark as night
Keeps hold of the trigger, then the wolf comes into sight.
There, sure enough, the wolf does slow,
Man's finger squeezes the trigger, then lets go.
Wolf's pelt of black bristles, dark as night
Stands on end as man's bullet comes into sight
Orange eyes widen as they fill with fear,
Though nothing can help wolf as the bullet comes near.
Man's heart of hatred, dark as night
Smiles as he watches the wolf losing it's life.
Red drops like ruby stains the white snow,
Wolf draws in a ragged last breath, and lets it blow.
The black pelt of the wolf, dark as night
Moves no longer, as wolf goes into the light.
Man's weapon of hatred had won the battle now,
But then, he realized as he wrinkled his brow...
The destruction of a life out of hate is not the way to win a battle.
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Dark as Night
PoetryMy short poem about a wolf and a hunter. I am hoping to write more poems later to add. NOT PG-13 THAT WAS A MISTAKE.