Post by Rain on May 26, 2005 10:00:01 GMT -5
This poem is about a wolven to-be mother trying to search for shelter to have her unborn pups.
Night swallowed her up,
Something kicked her from the inside,
it was a pup.
The darkness enriched with twilight,
had nothing but gleaming orbs,
golden and filled with fright,
for her dependant unborn.
She looked frantically,
She had to get their for dawn.
Nothing, no shelter around,
She ran as fast as she could,
making a thundering sound;
with her paws, on which were,
a swollen belly, filled with unborn lives,
and surrounded by mother's fur.
The blizzard was getting worse,
pelting her with drops of cold,
This was the mother's curse,
to have her pups born out in the open,
She wouldn't allow it to,
No it couldn't happen,
Her steps were getting weak,
She couldn't carry on, no
she had to seek,
Sure her mate was dead,
But she could do this on her own,
But in her heart she bled,
She couldn't lose his cubs;
that was all she had left,
Please, no, not now
With that she collapsed,
Her body lay in the snow,
The next morning, the sun shone,
On her form, laying there dead,
Her life had gone,
and with that the cubs,
I failed...
Night swallowed her up,
Something kicked her from the inside,
it was a pup.
The darkness enriched with twilight,
had nothing but gleaming orbs,
golden and filled with fright,
for her dependant unborn.
She looked frantically,
She had to get their for dawn.
Nothing, no shelter around,
She ran as fast as she could,
making a thundering sound;
with her paws, on which were,
a swollen belly, filled with unborn lives,
and surrounded by mother's fur.
The blizzard was getting worse,
pelting her with drops of cold,
This was the mother's curse,
to have her pups born out in the open,
She wouldn't allow it to,
No it couldn't happen,
Her steps were getting weak,
She couldn't carry on, no
she had to seek,
Sure her mate was dead,
But she could do this on her own,
But in her heart she bled,
She couldn't lose his cubs;
that was all she had left,
Please, no, not now
With that she collapsed,
Her body lay in the snow,
The next morning, the sun shone,
On her form, laying there dead,
Her life had gone,
and with that the cubs,
I failed...
I like it.......... do you write happy stuff? (not critisizing...)