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Basic Instinct (Eight-Liner)
by John Mcleod
copyright 11-23-2001


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
The wolf cried alone at night
he was pining for his tribe
a basic instinct that he could not hide
a strong feeling that felt so right,

A strong feeling that felt so right
he was pining for his tribe
a basic instinct that he could not hide
the wolf cried alone at night.






John Mcleod


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11-28-2001 Nan Jacobs    

I hear him howling. Wonderfully evocative. :) I have to try one of these... sometime... they are intrigueing!
11-24-2001 Beverley McInnis    

Wolves are one of my favourite wild animals. Your poem brought back the sounds .... on a long midnight sun summer's eve, deep in the bush, the fire crackling, fish still jumping and in the distance one wolf howls. Mixes with the loon. Making mournful sounds that can never be duplicated on CD.

Wonderful poem to read before I go to bed. =o)
11-24-2001 Jackie Moranty    

ARRGGHHH! *banging head on floor* I need to get another concussion so I can write one of these! I'm working on it! This one was great, John, thanks. Jackie
11-23-2001 Jeanette Foresta    

very nice
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