Silver Wolf.
#colour #silver Silver is the moonlight, And silver is the sky, Silver-lining is the clouds, Silver's where I lie.
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#colour #silver Silver is the moonlight, And silver is the sky, Silver-lining is the clouds, Silver's where I lie.
Muscles tense as golden paws lift,. Large, but silent, beat as the sand shifts,. Mane wafts in the light breeze,. Across the savanna with effortless ease,. Eyes, luminescent, amber lure,.
I have been studying cats through history and have found something I'm sure all my Facebook friends, cat lovers or not, need to know. Cats are fucking lazy. Everyone knows this.
#Animalmorals Hello and my name is Don the donkey. I accept the fact I have long flapping ears unlike cute and fluffy bunny rabbits who get petted by owners.
I sit above the forest, My ears are pricked, alert, I'm watching for the smallest change, A movement in the dirt.
#nature #burrow Snuggled down, Safe and sound, Lies the squirrel, Who is called Pearl. Safe in her burrow, Brow in a furrow, That's the squirrel, Who is called Pearl.
An alligator worked out it's top of the food chain. He hid in the swampy rivers and reeds in the rain. Silent and still waiting for its prey. Along swam a crocodile with no fear today.
Two months had passed. The crowds had died down a little. We were more of a sideshow.
Prowl. Restless. Want to run. Hide. Darkness. There's no sun. Ears. Twitching. People crowd. Roar. Angry. It's too loud. Prod. Poking. Confused and weak. Growl. Softly. Need to speak. Child. Laughing.
I was tossed into a green metal box, the floor was covered with straw, and the metal was covered in tiny little drilled holes. I growled slightly before I was injected with a dart that put me to...
Help. That's what the word said. It was no coincidence. I had looked into the window, just curious, as it is in my nature. I saw the word.
Spots like raindrops lined with black, Falling softly on her glimmering back, Muscles ripple beneath golden hide, Dappled light falling from sunrise, A living work of art, wonderful, seldom...
Dappled forest light on an amber coat,. Early morning mist almost seems to float,. Slashes of black draped across her muscly pelt,. Soft, but deadly, fur like silky felt,.
You walk the streets, Covered in sparkles and red, A beautiful creature, In India bred. Your feet don't thud or shake the ground, You only move your eyes to look around.
Pounding heart at a million per second, Her fantastic speed is a force to be reckoned, Dust scatters wildly as her claws scrape through, Lunging forward as if she has nothing to lose, Speeding up,...
The scene was set for romance to start. Granted it was dirty with the area falling apart. She came in and met him face to face. Looking at them this could be a fast pace.
Cloven hooves step through damp bracken,. His path, his role, does not slacken,. An emperor of the forest and trees,. He lifts a heavy head to the breeze,. A scent of rabbit and fox - he stops,.
The darkened leopard, black as night,. Padding through forests of misty twilight,. Jade coloured leaves shiver as she passes,. Pools of moonlight still as crystal glasses,.
She turned her gaze upon me and the hatred she regarded the men with had vanished. In its place was a kindness that spread a warmth from the tip of my ears to the end of my dock.
Trails of a Wolf Chapter One The full moon floated high above in the sky. Yet, another day of sorrow. I could feel a sharp pain prick at my side, like a needle into a paw.
The beast moves swiftly across moonlit snow,. Her head is poised, but her disguise will never show,. The prey is ignorant, she is spookily silent,.
Now let's go back to my garden ,Next to my summer-well there was a huge tree that hang,bent and was well.But on a green leaf on that tree was a tiny red egg that stuck and gripped through the summer...
There was once a chicken, Whose hadn't a name, He saw someone eating yellow stuff, But he was a chicken so it wasn't the same, He thought if it would be edible to them, It surely wouldn't harm a...
Chickens can not fly. That is a fact. Once upon a time they could. They soared through the sky like chickens who could fly.