Angry Night Poem by April Janovich
Angry Night
The moon is full
The face is flared
As the wolf howls
Woman starts to run
Hiding from the rage
The game is on
He starts his hunt
The scent is found
He races for his prey
Sneaking up on her
He bites and claws
Using her as his toy
He won't let go
Until he's had his fun
The very next day
When she is found
She's bruised and beaten
The wolf found dead
She found a rock
And beat him in the head.
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4/16/2024 7:56:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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