I once knew this wolf. Separated from its pack and stripped away from its bride that he carried oh so proudly on his back. I once knew this wolf who fell for a blonde husky with beautiful shining eyes, her presence lightened the skys and the rays of happiness shun on the wolfs impure fur which filled the lone wolf with a purpose. So the wolf fought to be acknowledged by the husky and finally.. After the years of being alone the husky turned its small innocent face and saw the wolf, actually saw the wolf for the first time. The lone wolf beautifully and silent approached the husky and made its move, the wolf sniffed and licked with its warm tongue and cold wet nose the fragrance and taste of the husky in which the husky returned its affection and curiosity. The huskies presence known to bathe in pools of attraction attracted breeds of all kinds in which she returned to her wolf and spoke of. Her barks and snarls and growls and moans about the other breeds lead it to believe that although found in a new beginning with the husky, that the husky wasnt truly his to create a pack with; because of the huskies actions the wolf inferred, I feel as my attention is wanted to provide a fill of water in the huskies empty soul when in truth it needs the actual missing piece, and that piece is not me. The wolf also added there could be a hole to be filled with love and left open on rainy days itll be filled with water and on other days snow and on other days the dirt itself will begin to fill it into a whole and the need of what was missing wont be there, forgotten. The husky on the other hand spoke words of future and chance but actions of games and treachery. The wolf again although working along side the husky felt his loneliness grow in which he began to speculate the bridge that connected him to the husky, begin to collapse and rot .
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 05:02:30 +0000
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