Beautiful I saw it that day.
A big, wild wolf.
With a coat in dark-bay.
It locked me.
With his golden brown eye's.
His eye's, was all a could see.
He was gatting closer.
With long beautiful step's.
Was I his choser?
No.
I was his friend.
And his name was Ulv.
Ulv, en saknad varg<3 R.I.P Skriven av WoodWoolf, 12 år från linköping. |