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The wolf trots through the dark of the night
basking in the beauty of the pale moonlight
he hunts with purpose, with pride and with grace
spotting his prey, he will take up the chase
Darting in between the trees
fur rufflling in the chill breeze
His mission is clear, there is no distraction
His family would starve if he didn't take action
a life will end this very night
but it is not done out of spite
his necessity to kill is not one of greed
it is duty to family, so that they may feed
he closes on his prey, the hunt nears its climax
there is no pain as the hunter attacks
for one strike and it's over, the hunt has ended
He stops to recover the energy he expended
and he looks in the air
and at the moon he did stare
his throat starts to tingle, he closes his eyes,
and lets loose a howl that echos in the skies.

This is the tribute to the wolf, a creature of pride
their life is one of honor, and they have nothing to hide.