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I Am Not Wild MAG
I am not wild.
I am not wild;
Alone.
Placed among faces
with which I'm acquainted,
I find a time
where I was wild in a pack.
The sun rested and lent
the earth to its cooling brother.
That blind eye looked down on
five wolves, females,
before our prime.
The day was spent in celebration,
as was the night. Paws imprinted soft dirt.
Headlong we raced, young tongues lolling,
youthful eyes absorbing the moon-drowned road ahead.
Crouched behind bushes we lay in waiting.
We waited for the light-filled eyes of
our prey,
speeding ever closer until our battle anthem rose behind us.
We charged, pelts glinting ethereal dances
to the sky.
The car belted an energetic approval.
Startled by the noise, we flee, only to return to the hunt later.
We were not wolves.
Yet wild with our dim dances beside
rural roads,
not to be remembered, nor found again.
Alone. Eyes glint only dimly,
darkened orbs that distract from keen teeth.
Precautioned people skirt left, right.
I crave only the life I live, with the
moon and myself.
Being a wolf, pelt dancing. Being a girl, teeth clenched.
Unconfined. Free. Alone. Dangerous.
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