Devour The Night
The wolves run in packs.
Racing the woods without slack.
From this chase am I coming back?
Their jaws provoked will attack.
Climbing a tree to safety you see.
Follow this way with me.
Fear is not out run this time.
Murder from another species is still a crime.
Kibble & bits or Frisbee?
Tennis balls & chew toys.
Water sports in the raging river.
Cold blooded I shiver.
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