An Eerie Poem of The Wolf.

This cunningness is very ceremoniously taught in our educational institutions.

Adventure and Books.

A poem about lilfe moving around us to fast.

Night is imbued with the wonders of Nature: The sky becomes a canopy of moon and stars; there is solitude in places where tranquility reigns supreme; the rustle of leaves, stirring the senses, rousing the curiosity of the poet; sounds that we do not seem to hear in broad daylight.

Death is an entity we can so overcome.

About survival of the fittest.

Surrender to our Father in heaven… Amen.

Extended metaphor.

I wrote this a long long time ago, yet I will love to share it.