Poem (c) Frostwolf 2004

I don't mind being snowblind

I don't mind the white pine line

I don't mine the steep incline

I don't care

I don't care about the air

I don't care enough to spare

clothes to keep from going bare

I wait in awe

I wait in awe before the claw

No more flesh, but fur and paw

Tail twitching, muzzle raw

Lupine is thine