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THE CALL OF THE NIGHT

In the death of the night
Not a face to stir
Just the wind howling
The stars sat brightly in the ski
Moon full just above the grounds
Tumble weeds rolling by
Yet you could hear
The howling of the wolf
Off in a distance
The bats would stir
Darken the skis
In the mist of the night
Only man are beast
would be ‘a foot
And this odd hour
Yet there he stood
Along in the shadows
Lurking about
Only the call of the wolf knew
The mission he was on
As they grater closely by his side
He walked alone
Yet he hunt
With the pack
Those he was not alone
He had many followers
At his beck and call
Them fell at his feet at the sound
Of his roar deep voice
Faces of many
They did have
Some none worse the wear
Other so beautiful
You would melt right at their feet
But dare you
I would think not
For you were only a meal
with a quick bite of their razor sharp teeth
And claws of many
The call of the night
And the wolf did bite
Wolf wolf
Who dare call wolf
Not by the hair of your chiny chiny chin
That is if you wanted to live to see day brake
You wouldnt dare think of crying wolf
Yet be ware of the ones that do
The call of the night
Only the brave dare to tread
And they were fear to close both eyes at once
One would but always
Watch the others back while they slept
What little it did
Some would still git sweep away before darns early light
Cry wolf  if you dare in the dark of the night

Written By:  Bettie Davis   ————————–   ©  March  14 , 2011