Yesterday I made this little thing, just to go for some other style than I use to. I even made a poem for it.
Through the land of the wolves
with its growling and scowls
with its foul meat and white bones
you cautiously prowl,
competing for flesh chunks
you threaten and growl
when finding a carcass
you triumphantly howl.
Then you find yourself leaving the land of the foul
to have wisdom in the hall of the owl.
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