True Contentment
True contentment.
A wolf in the night feasting with blood thirsty fangs
as the prey is numbed by the pain and shock of consequence
yet always the wolf is not ashamed or inclined to have compassion
only to have true contentment of a full stomach to rest and feed it's children
we look at the prey dead on the ground in sorrow
but do not have sorrow for he truly is contented
in the most of his journey has come to it's natural conclusion.
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