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The HuntThe HuntThe Hunt2 years ago in Drama More Like This
All is dark. I stand on one of the flightless' wings, waiting for them to let the light come opon me. A while later, the light does come. I see
my target. A brown-grey wolf, no larger than me. I let the wind take me torward my prey. I fly only a short distance, and i circle above the wolf.
"Fly away,you will die." he says. I screech against this pitiful plea. I dive, talons stretched.
The battle lasts only a few seconds. I screech and tumble around with the wolf, seeing every flaw and using it to my advantage. The wolf
cries in agony as it tries to escape my determination, wrestling all he can to break free of my grip. I peck
Troll paper2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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