The Calling

Up again

at 3am.

I swear that I could hear them

scuffling by.

I strain my eye.

Now I hear the wolfen cry.

Time to go.

I rise and... lo!

Summer mist has turned to snow.

Look again.

It's 4am.

I slumber sweetly in wolven's den.


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