The Loan Wolf By Annette AKA : Amerita The loan wolf wanders the forest alone In search of a place

he can call his own. His body tired, bones are broke. His matted fur gives off a stench, He lay for weeks inside a trench. Too weak to fight to frail to care, Ahead he sees someone there. She wraps his broken body in a towel, Loan wolf is to sick to howl. She nurtures him she cleans his wound, He knows the smell of her perfume A comfortable place has grown, The loan wolf has found a home. His bones do heal His fur is dry it is now the time To say goodbye! For he is a Loan Wolf. (MAR)

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