Black claws knead the earth
Tearing sod and turf
And teeth flash slashing through blood and bone
A warm gush of red spills over a panting tongue
Tasting of milk and honey
And in a flash of light and sound I hear the call
The call of the wild echoing in a howl off the hills
Reaching beyond our withered sky to the moon above
Glistening and shimmering against a black velvet night
As the sounds of her children playing below rise on the wind
Our dear Mother smiles as she hears our song
And draws us to her warm embrace
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Back after years and what's the first thing I feel I need to do? Post a random bit of poetry/prose. Yup the Cafe still makes me feel the exact same way it used too in the old days
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Nice
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Thank you
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you did a great job on your use of imagery,and adding the sinces and personification made it that much better . I think you did a great job.
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