Title: Moonlight
by Stephanie from Buckinghamshire | in writing, poetry
Underneath the moonlight where the wolf sleeps,
Something keeps,
Waking him up,
Unexplainable, a coffee cup.
Left behind as a token for him,
The light of the moon is getting dim.
When footsteps left on the ground,
A face appears, the wolf follows,
But nothing can be found.
Inside the forest,
Is a man named Morris.
He shows the wolf where to go,
He must go down below.
There is a hole to go underground.
There is also a tunnel,
The shape of a funnel.
Which is also square and round
Suddenly...A pair of Eyes,
The Wolf sees them and cries.
He has realised that it was the man who shot him in the past,
The Wolf starts to run fast.
The gunshot beat him though,
Because.......
He Was Shot!
Dead!
Cold and Alone!
I wrote this poem one day when I was bored!
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