The Night Stalker
Born in his pack is he,
Raised by his mother in glee,
Taught from tradition, that when the moon is full,
All of them howl, to their crown jewel.
Now raised into darkness, and hidden from light
Wolfe now stalks his prey through the night.
Mother now gone, from the winter cold,
Wolfe must now survive all on his own.
He stalks his prey all through the night,
In hopes of striking when the times just right.
Dragging his prey back to his den,
A new pair of eyes appear right then
Wolfe lays down inviting his new friend
So she then comes over to join him.
There soon after there were two,
Stalking the night under the moon.
Soon thereafter there were three,
Stalking the night just like he.
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