Ode To The Wolf

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The wolf is creeping in the snow,

The wolf is creeping ever so slow.

He spots the pray he intends to eat,

All he needs is to launch and leap.

My evil wolf how i hate the way you run,

So fast in the night no one catch you

When you're on the run.

You stalk your prey until it's time,

You hide yourself in the night.

You invade my mind day and night,

Afraid you may wrap your jaws among my body.

You are more agile and alert than you ever used to be,

One look from you makes people want to flee.

Theres something about you that's beautiful,

Perhaps it is your fur or the way you lurk.

But i don't intend to stick around

For you to tear me limb from limb.

So i'll attempt to sneak myself away,

Before you see me as your next prey. 

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