rolled up in a ball <br />in the curling hollow <br />of your heart... <br /> <br />the wolf cub sleeps, <br />milk dripping from his chin.... <br /> <br />dreaming of blood, <br />shadow and flesh.... <br /> <br />your heart races! <br /> <br />the wind whispers <br />his lullaby...<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wolf-cub/
