Wolf

The strength
	The alpha
The pride of
		your pack.
				U-
					LU-
						-LATE!

HOWL your pack together!

Lead your family 
	to cull	
	                              the weak
	from the herd:

Silent
    in the night
sharp teeth sink
into the flesh,
	live,
	quivering,
the hot sweet blood spurts
into your mouth.

The lupa, the she-wolf,
might be tempted to nurse
the weak:
	Mowgli-the-Frog, or
	Rhea Silvia’s twin boys. 

But you WILL feed them
to your own offspring.

You’re much maligned,
but for a reason.

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