Jinx Natta - My Friend

My friend is turely misunderstood,
She comes from ature like the earth and the wood,
All the misconceptions about her she must defend,
They cannot see she has the gentleness of the wind.
My friend is mischevious,
That's not just a rumor,
But its her only way of showing her sense of humor.
She has love and respect for the human race,
Which is never returned,
A great disgrace.
You may not see her standing there,
But of your presence she is aware,
When I look into her eyes I see an age old intelligence,
When others see her in fear the wince.
When she runs others seek her out with guns,
For my friend is a beautiful artic wolf you see.

Jinx Natta

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