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CANIS LUPUS

Surging shadows, ghosts on night lighted trees,


Exhilaration trails life’s flow
Weaving the forest and whirling the leaves;
Softly tattooing pads just so.

Breathing near devours in fast paced fever,


Quick tempo of blood in the ears;
With Herculean plunge the games nearer,
But see how light footed is fear.

When pursued there is inspiration


As now the hunted flees apace.
The quarry now lost, frustration, chagrin;
Why relish the joy of the chase.

Howl desire in supplication to the moon,


Disconsolate hearts, sing solace to the moon.

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