Poetry · Writing Big Bad Wolf December 20, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez He howls at the peak suddle creak around to greet a wandering lost soul. Chattering his fangs at the volley brushing the ends of his claws against the tips of his mane. He’ll call but no one answers only runs. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
