By Pretty Fast
Words and Photography by Tayler Rae Dubé
Do you hear the cry as the pack goes by,
The wind-wolves hunting across the sky?
Hear them tongue it, keen and clear,
Hot on the flanks of flying deer!
Across the forest, mere and plain,
Their hunting howl goes up again!
All night they’ll follow the ghostly trail,
All night we’ll hear their phantom wail,
For tonight the wind-wolf pack holds sway
From Pegasus Square to the Milky Way,
And the frightened bands of cloud-deer …read more
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