Spirits of the Mountain

Spotted fur carries the rain and wind
Predator of creatures with hoof, paw and fin
Long, fluffy tail, Large, clawed paws,
Only a lion could beat your claws.

Silent and swift, alert and quick,
Whiskers that are grey and a tail with a flick.

They are the spirits of the mountain,
Them no one can find,
The rulers of the peaks,
Bare, rocky, or pined.

Failure

Hopeless

Leave a Reply

Recent Comments

No comments to show.
  • Delta Clan Book 1 Chapter 3
    Anxious muttering filled the room as the recruits eyed Evie warily, their gazes darting from her crest of horns to her multicolored wings and then her scaly tail. Ignoring the stares and whispers, Evie calmly walked onto the stage. She turned to face the crowd, and she could tell from their varying expressions that they… Read more: Delta Clan Book 1 Chapter 3