There is the wolf,
Quiet for so long,
Hiding within his kingdom,
Resting from the chase,
Preparing to reconvene.
His howl has been silenced, tabled
For the next vote.
Appearing in sheep's clothing
With his loins at rest
And his fangs filed down
To domestic dimensions,
He lays in wait.
But he is lurking, preparing to pounce.
He is waiting to recover his dominance
In the animal kingdom-
To break his night time lullaby.
Hold your surprise,
For, after all, he is the wolf...
Prepare for the call of the wild.
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