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The Wolf
Beneath the starlit heavens of the frozen evening sky, a docile dog-like creature lies quietly by. The velvet matted darkness shrouds the forest floor and brings the chill of winter knocking at fall's icy door. With the prowess of a lion and the countenance of a king the silver gray tipped creature stands and begins to sing. A song passed on for centuries from father unto son a howl that quiets the forest's sounds that silences everyone. His voice commands a listening ear so sad at times it brings a tear... The Wolf. 2010 Paula Webster
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