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A Native American inspired poem |
| There was once a time where one could hear under the Moon's shine the singing of the wolves they were once free hunting and playing in their land howling and hooting with glee no boundaries to stop them One day while scouting A strange man attacked the family laying claims to the land while shouting the trespasser murdered the curious pup Many times the wolves fought the greedy man multiplied and took more of their home all the fighting brought was death and sadness for the packs Now the wolves cry mourning their loved ones and beneathe the night sky they speak all together under the moon. |