Into dark caves, curious wolves wander,
Make a den home when rain clouds thunder.
Some caves whisper of welkin turned lies,
End of the hollow, they must feast their eyes.When to leave a cave, the wise wolf knows,
For the wolf has seen the wind that blows.
And when the skies clear and rain since dried,
The wolf soon forgets of the caves that lied.© Sayer Teller
Very thoughtful and beautiful ❤️
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Came across your site through r/fountainpens. Wonderful poem, makes me think of my beautiful husky. Love your giveaway idea and choice of ink. You’ve got a new subscriber in me
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I’m honoured to have you, Chad. Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to check out this crazy website.
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Interesting, insightful poem. Not a usual scene that I would picture wolves in.
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If there were a love button for this poem! ❤ Such beautiful tenderness for God's creature.
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