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I Call My Howlers
When the sun has left
And you are a failure
And all is lost
I parade around
Hoping you will look up
Trying to change you from your sad self
to your most fabulous philosophy
If you are determined to study your feet
I am at a loss to help
Luna does not howl you see
Yet wait.
I could call my howlers.
They are coming now. I hear their yips
Uh-oh.
Too much.
Too frightened, you run away.
Never seeing what I could have done.
So I keep my optimism and hope
A bit longer
Waiting for the right victim.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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