When the wolf howles at the moon
Or calls out to the wild night
Or sings his sorrows across the wind
Do you listen Right ?
Where the den is hidden
In sheltered coves below
Mountians cover the sacred birth
never to peek out or show~
If the wolf paces
To no apperent reason
Think of him waiting for his mate
To come out for the season!
Running through the spirited forest
A lone pup show's his coat's new shine
Nosing into the world anew
Becoming the Morning's new line!
BY: Cilissa Miller
9~29~98
Fly soar on pegasis
Or fight on Alicorns back
Start the run with African's zebra's
Or prepare for the Knights attack
I'll join the Centar's battle
Feel the wind rush
The hoove's stom and kick
Running through the brush
Under the rider's weight
muscles begin to move
neck's reach the finish line
stride's become smooth
Horses in every style
prance with circus technique
romming the plains of Navada
up to the mountains pique's
The Unicorn through's her pretty head
a young filly follow's a long.
The stallion rears and challanges
it muscles bronze and strong.
By: CiLissa Miller
