Fall to Forest Floor
When golden leaves strew the ground,
When wind turns swirling, frisking clothes and shoulders,
Then the deer seek company in copses,
And the wolf inside awakens, opening equally amber eyes.
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Back to writing second drafts of my werewolf novel sequels as November rolls on into winter… don’t seem in too bad shape so far.
Posted on November 7, 2015, in Ecology, Writing and tagged autumn, deer, fall, fallen, forest, leaving the pack, Novel, silver nights trilogy, werewolf, werewolves, Wolf, wolves, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.