Wolf Break by Huskyteer

Eleven o'clock; coffee time.
I opened a pack of wolves.
Fur white as icing, they surged
through the office, staring and sniffing
with almond eyes and chocolate noses.
Flicking the crisp points of their ears,
they crunched across keyboards
dunked their paws in tea mugs
snapped gingerly at power cords.
Then, at the call of distant snows,
they took the lift and left, behind them just
a sugar dust of hair on carpet tile.
Next time I'll get custard creams.

Wolf Break

Huskyteer

9 April 2015 at 11:36:02 MDT

'Wolf Break' is featured in adjective:species' collection of furry poetry. Read all the poems here: http://adjectivespecies.com/2015/04/08/the-inaugural-adjectivespecies-poetry-collection/

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    But custard creams aren't nearly so cuddly. :'(
    A quite fun piece here. ^^

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      Thank you, and thanks for the fave, too!

      I do like the new icon, BTW :)

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    Oh, I remember this! Glad it got in!

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      Thank you, and thanks again for your help! ^.^

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        You're welcome! Still, my help was to just tell you to keep it as it was and submit. xD

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          Sometimes that's excellent advice! I get as much information from what beta readers don't mention as from what they pick up on.

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            Yep, that's very true!

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    Perhaps they heard the Call of the Wild Sponge Cake and had to answer.

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      daaaamn. Wish I'd used that line now!

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    The call of the wild is sweeter than any baked good.

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      Yeah, I'd probably follow it too!