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Prey's Moon
The soft glow of the frosted moon
Glistened upon the wolf’s silvery fur.
Hiding in the darkened bushes
In the hushed forest.
Ready to pounce on its grand prey
For a feast its pack will never forget.
At last, the prey is in sight
And with one long howl the pack emerges from the shadows.
One at a time, each wolf’s claw digs in the prey’s crimson flesh,
With blood trickling as if it were tears.
With a final screech of defeat, the beast falls at their paws
Dying on the forest’s floor.
Howling with satisfaction of their kill,
The pack carries off their prey ready for a filling meal.
The alpha remains back and peers into the clear, star-scattered sky
And with one final howl, he mourns and prays for the prey’s soul.
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