Whitest

Whitest

A Poem by Andrew John
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A full one tonight,
a quarter-size of this world,
her white is complete,
inviting me to stare.

No clouds there
to hide her.
Will she bring out
the wolf in me?

Such a canine might,
emerge and amaze, without warning:
dreaded, ferocious, fanged.
Or should I simply smile and gaze?


(14 Aug 2023)

© 2023 Andrew John


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Added on August 14, 2023
Last Updated on August 14, 2023
Tags: moon, white, wolf, canine

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Andrew John
Andrew John

Carmarthen, Wales, United Kingdom



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