The Wolf Howls
The Sun has past
A full Moon takes it's place
The Tress dance in the wind
The little Rabbit scurys across the forest floor
As the Wolf takes his stand
He howls across the night sky
The Trees stand still
The Rabbit stops in it's tracks
The stars dance to the Wolfs song
The song shakes the mountians
Rustles the praire grass
And rolls through hills.
Then the night sky starts to gleam,
As the Sun the sun rises
From it's slumber
The wolf leaves his stand
Waiting for the next full Moon.
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