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Oct 2011
When the moon shines full and bright,
the villagers tremble in fear at night.

For out of the darkness comes evil growls,
as the werewolf emerges and slowly prowls.

His howls are heard echoing in the streets,
but emptiness his raging hunger only meets.

The villagers are hiding inside their homes,
so into the dark forest he enters and roams.

The frightened animals scurry away to hide,
except for one trapped in the open outside.

Before the sun appears in the morning sky,
the tiny creature is doomed to surely die.
Darla Cooke
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