As I feel dawn’s sun rising below the east I catch my breath
Never once in all my walkings have I strode such a solid step
Mired such willingly without slightest desire of any help
Calmly milking times length as she creeps by with ancient stealth
As breast rise and fall, sanity call this lusty wolf whelp
(originally posted on livejournal.com Dec. 27th, 2004 at 6:41 am)
I don’t recall what form this poem is supposed to be. I tried to look it up but I didn’t find a form that was 5 lines with only one rhyme.