It was a cold freezing night.
A blizzard was raging,
With no end in sight.
The wolves keep on running,
a goal is to be obtained.
But can they keep this up?
Their energy seems drained.
They don't stop but a few times,
To let the runt catch his breath,
For surely if they keep at that pace,
It would be his death.
On and on they go,
Trying to get there first,
Though,
All the dangers they encounter,
Always seem to get worse.
But they keep running,
Through the good and the bad,
For they're getting more anxious,
About the paradise,
That's to be had.
A/N: that was very fun to write. And it only took like 10 minutes to think up…man I'm good! (does a little jig) Oh, and I love the reviews. Tell me what you think of the poem, please…I'll give you a cookie : 3