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Call Of The Wild
Running
through the woods,
The wolf was unaware of its
sure death,
For it was being chased,
Chased by its loneliness
When lonely, the wolf wanders
away.
During the day, it whimpers
with sadness,
Hoping to be seen or heard,
But never is, then moves on,
At night he stands on a
mountaintop,
A place above everything,
He the howls at the blue
moon,
Yet heard now, he is not
noticeable,
When day comes, he will
wander again,
Wander far away,
To a place of momentary
happiness,
This place will take care for
him a short white,
The sun is at its hottest and
the wolf has found the place,
He attacks the fragile bodies
of life,
Tearing at them, he does not
know what he's doing,
The blood drips out of his
uncontrollable mouth,
His moment is over for now,
He must move on, toward
loneliness,
Soon he is caught in his
dread full cries,
These cries have waited for
him,
He whimpers at these cries
during the day,
And howls at them at night,
Awaiting his happiness again.
Will it always be like this,
or will it change?
His moment has come,
He starts to attack, but
holds back,
The fragile bodies are no
more fragile,
Instead, thick with spirit,
mind and strength,
He returns to his every day
life,
But now it's different.
He no longer whimpers at day
or howls at night,
He has learned,
Has he found where true
happiness flows?
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