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Wolf Pack It was at night when first they came And nothing's ever been the same. I used to wander out and back And never see a hostile track. I saw their footsteps first, you know. Emblazoned in fresh, fallen snow. I recognized them right away. It cast a shadow, let me say. We're told that wolves will not attack A human, but I've seen a pack Pull down a moose with savagery That left a fear inside of me And soon, I heard the chilling sound Of howls that came from all around, So, I began to stay indoors Or outside, hurry through my chores. I'd see them skulking under trees And sometimes, on the evening breeze, I'd hear their yips or sudden growls, When all I used to hear was owls. My snowshoes hung upon the wall. I seldom wore them, I recall. The winter slowly wore away And finally, one sunny day, I couldn't stand it anymore. I went outside and slammed the door, Then walked the woods, enjoyed the sun And when the day was nearly done, I turned for home and I could see The wolf pack had been tracking me. They wouldn't meet me eye to eye, But they still watched as I passed by. They go their way, while I go mine And so far, everything is fine, Except for knowing they're around And jumping at the slightest sound! |
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