Contributor: Jody Yoder MacMillian

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Maybe it's just that we wolves
Can't understand dragons
Or the ways of the efreet
Or the whispers of twitching tiger tails.

Maybe it's just that we wolves
Are meant to roam alone
Never lingering long
Never stopping for more
Than a sniff of a trail
A moment of looking back
A silent fantasy
Of what was
What might have been
Softly carried on the wind.


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