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Library: Green eyes, black fur (pt.2)

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Author: Avalon
Date:Mar 26 1997

A black wolf with green eyes continues its quest. Looks down, looks 
up, looks around and notices all the things that arent there.
Sudden dissatisfaction shocks into submission this self-sustaining 
creature. Poised for the pounce attacked from behind by the bird 
from above. If you look at its eyes it flees. And so it happens 
this wap. And all is left another scar on his black fur to add to 
the rest. Why didnt the wolf learn as he runs to the camouflage of 
the forest of shadows, blackjack in hand.
Listen to the trees - they know all since they've seen all.
Pity the wolf doesnt understand or realise...the grass doesnt care,
the leaves are dead long gone to the earth who weeps for her lost
children.
So the wolf continues with an occasional glance upwards its
silky coat remembering the pain transfixed by the moon covered by
moonlight into the beyond where all is unwritten and nothing is real.
'Why must i be seen?' thinks the wolf as he slowly and inevitably
realises that he is capable of more. 
'I can change my form' said the wolf but didnt know why as he
surrended to the sky. 'Why dont I fly?' said the wolf as his tears
hit the scorning grass. There a flame began and soon burnt the forest
of hiding where the only escape existed.
'Now i have nothing' the wolf howled at the moon who only smiled
as it will. The wolf turned grey and nearly died as he ran to the
mountains and buried himself under the snow.
Renewal comes quick if you ask for it.
A fatal reminder that the sky watches your every move.
Just be satisfied with what is around you.
Seek not to create but to explore,
learn and enjoy and know nothing more.
The wolf growls....
The snow parts in a tidal wave of hope and abstract dreams realising
it all in a blinding flash, which the wolf catches in his scarred 
paws and consumes.
'I own it all now' says the wolf, tongue loping and legs the same.
'Lets decide' says the wolf as he curses the sun forever. Running 
up the highest mountain he jumps off uncaring the jagged rocks below
and finally transforms into the blue hawk of his dreams
to fly to where he chooses.
'I own the sky. I choose' he said, as the sun set and the moon wept.
The wolf embodied with new wings of tears now free.
Just this...this wind carrying afar,
Atop lost dreams of hope, NO REMORSE.


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