They call her the desert wolf
The one who howls at night
They call her the silver one
The one who buries her kill
Desert Wolf

Though not my main area of writing I am known to dabble in poetry from time to time. This is were you’ll find those poems.
They call her the desert wolf
The one who howls at night
They call her the silver one
The one who buries her kill
A horoscope you say?
One for those of Pisces.
Those who don’t stop and think,
Those who rush straight in.
Today’s prompt Doppelgänger Alert was about the identical. Specifically, an acquaintance’s house being identical to yours. Here is my response:
Are those my paintings,
Hanging on your wall?
Is that my fireplace,
Tucked against the wall?
Out of breath,
Out of time.
We rush and rush,
Until we die.
Never do we stop,
Take time to live life.
Always forwards looking,
Never in the now.
Life isn’t coming soon,
It isn’t on the morrow.
It’s right here,
It’s right now.
Yet we’re too busy running,
Too busy rushing round.
That we forget to live it,
Till there’s no morrow coming.
Out of breath,
Out of time.
We rushed and rushed,
Until we died.
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