As the moon arose
a wolf went on the prowl,
he began to gnash and howl,
he searched and sniffed,
looking for his meal.
His pack was gone but he survived,
a lone wolf on the hunt,
he caught a scent,
and followed the direction it went,
he found a rabbit nice and plump,
ready to be chomped.
He played with his game,
then went in for the kill
making the rabbit nice and lame.
Blood has been spilt tonight,
but do not be in a fright.
For it is only survival of which i speak
and that my friends is not for the weak.
So now the wolf fully fed
went to lay down his head.
and await for the next night
where he may fight,
for his life.
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