Through the wolf's eyes

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Moon between clouds

On a full moon,
I find myself roaming alone between the ancient trees,
Only the moon as my guide,
Only the moon as my companion.

Am I truly alone?
Noise in the distance echoes,
A blinding light shines through the bushes,
That is not nature.

The ground vibrates below me,
As the roaring of machines intensifies,
I realised;
I am now the prey.

I try to howl,
These creatures are stronger,
Deadlier,
than I’ll ever be.

 

Take care of Mother Nature, like she takes care of us.

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