I see a wolf in my back yard,
its staring at the woods,
and then a howl sounds,
and its running through the trees,
its eyes are bright and glowing,
its fur is dark and long,
it follows the howl,
until its back home.
The pack is waiting near,
they're hungry as can be,
their saliva is dripping,
and their waiting patiently.
For the wolf has a deer,
stuck in its mouth,
its feeding the pack,
until they move south.
And as he drops it,
at their feet,
they begin to eat,
and then it raises its head,
and howls,
throughout the feast....
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