A wolf howls at the moon,
He comes during the night,
Night will be here soon.
He steps out into the pale moonlight,
And howls.
The beautiful sound of a wolf,
Joins the chorus of an owl.
They sing together in the night,
And when morning comes,
They say goodnight.
Now you know why I love them so,
Their beautiful music that comes and goes.
**Not one of my best but I wrote it a long time ago.**
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Poetry
PoetryPoems that I wrote; about my sisters, dancing, and a bunch of other random stuff.
