Wolves Look To the Moon
Drawn, as the turning tides
Wolves look to the Moon,
Soon all howl in unison
In plaintive, lunar croon.
An emotion, primal in it's form
It touches us inside,
If we but felt the depths of it
We too, may have cried.
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