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He stands in a forest
with the rest of his pack,
the wolves howl
at the full moon above.

The night grows cold
as they look for food,
they find a carcass
and stop to eat.

They get their stomachs full
and head off again,
over the mountains
and through the harsh snow.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.14/2005