A nighttime howl
divides the silence in half,
'Who?' you wonder as you hear a howl in the night.
This hunter is by himself.
It is positioned on a field,
It is a lone hunter who hasn't killed yet.
A huge animal completely covered with pelts
A huge beast with its head raised,
On two legs, a wolf,
cries out to the moon,
On two legs, a wolf,
is soon going to kill,
It's known as a werewolf,
fatal as few,
If only you knew what it was called—a werewolf.
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Odubo Ukam
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Comments (3)
Beautiful piece!!
This is a nice piece.
Hmmmmm