ON THE EDGE

ON THE EDGE

You stand on the edge of a

Dark, dark chasm

A gulf so wide

And the gorge so deep

Deeper than the eye can see

An eerie silence

Hollow

Void of any sound

You sniff the air

With care

Teetering on the edge of a craggy ledge

With one paw carefully balanced

Watching

Wondering

What is out there?

The air thick and dense

Grey, dreary

Lifeless and cold

The stench

The smell

Reeking of rotting life

Rising up from the deep

Abyss

Nothing

Nothing

Nowhere to cross over

He senses the dangers

He knows he cannot cross

But he stands and waits

And wonders where all his

Brothers and sisters have gone

He knows what fate has met them

But still he knows and wants to be with them all

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

11th July 2012

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Taken from the book of wolves poetry

© Living Under The Same Sky

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson