The Pack Poem by Misty moon

Our high pitch ears can hear sounds that you don't
You can't because your human ears won't
We can hear your thumping heart.
Oh, don't worry you won't be able to hear that sweetheart.

We bath in the moonlight
We sleep in the sun light
Diffrent colors of fur
We run past and all you see is a blur.

But in one way we are all the same
We try to act so tame
We run the course of night
We embrace the moonlight.

We are fast to take down our opponet.
Sometimes we fight just to vent.
We cry the lunar song.
We try to belong