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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Aden Thomas


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Becoming Wolf

With each step through the snow,
more wolf than man,
more paw than foot and hand,
unafraid of the dark.

The sound is swift like wind.
The smell of sunset,
slow like smoke-wood embers.

Now that I've lived on the outskirts of this land,
the mane grows thick;
the teeth grow long like thorns.

And then, I bend and run.
The people in their warm houses
point out at the shadows and wonder,
how creatures like this live at all
in such winter conditions.