
There is a white wolf that wanders in the woods
and only one woman can tame it
when she is available all the nightmares will subside
what man would presume to set foot into these woods alone?
unless she is willing to be his trusted guide
he will be forever lost in a hopeless nightmare
the unattended wolf mercilessly stalks its prey
she is the only friend of both man and wolf

Nice one Larry! xo
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Thank you Carol Anne
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Excellent write Larry… 👍🏼
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Thank you Rob
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The woman, is, the only connection that man has, with, nature, without her being there, man and nature, cannot, get along…
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I can most certainly understand that
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I like the strength of the woman as you wrote her ~~~~~
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Thank you
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Ha, I lived with a wolf for fourteen years, and loved two others. Humans are to be feared far more than wolves – they are wise enough to try to keep out of our way. I really resonate with this poem as I have walked with wolves through deep forests.
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Thank you. Having never associated with wolves I still don’t trust them
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I like the idea of someone intervening between nightmare and victim
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Thank you. It helps to have that kind of intercessor
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The beauty of the wolf is not always recognised and they are faithful once they mate, they mate for life ❤
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I like the direction you went with the image Larry! Always nice to see you at the Muse!
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I love this take on the photo, the trust between wolf and woman.
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i think she must be pretty magical to be able to tame wolves. perhaps they speak the same langauge!
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Thank you. Maybe she is their version of Dr. Doolittle
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