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A silhouette against the ground Striding across its battleground Watch it as it comes around Never lost yet never found A silver streak against the night A pounce, a **** with all its might A piercing call towards the moon Through the black, ferocious wood The wolf is a comet, darting by The wolf is a stalker, sneak and pry The wolf is the fox of the night sky The wolf, the wolf with the hunter’s eye Of the woods it flies, of the moon it sings It presides over all the forest things It readies its paw, starts to spring Soaring across the sky as if on wings Ferocious in fight Tenacious in plight The wolf is a hunter at heart Never with the night or the woods will it part.
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 7:34 PM UTC
The Wolf
A silhouette against the ground Striding across its battleground Watch it as it comes around Never lost yet never found A silver streak against the night A pounce, a **** with all its might A piercing call towards the moon Through the black, ferocious wood The wolf is a comet, darting by The wolf is a stalker, sneak and pry The wolf is the fox of the night sky The wolf, the wolf with the hunter’s eye Of the woods it flies, of the moon it sings It presides over all the forest things It readies its paw, starts to spring Soaring across the sky as if on wings Ferocious in fight Tenacious in plight The wolf is a hunter at heart Never with the night or the woods will it part.
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13/F/Hong Kong
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 7:34 PM UTC
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