Snowcapped mountains, a place to roam

For a family of the wolves, tis their home

Frosted breath echoes, with every howl

Voices in the night, they’re on the prowl

The crisp frigid air, does charm their senses

Each one watches, with heightened defenses

Ready to strike, when the moment is right

Take heed to the call, of the wolf, in the night

 

January Writing Prompt – Milky white peaks charmed their senses – Day 5/31

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