An unusual pair to be sure
Creatures of the night
One howling at the moon
One staying out of sight
Both on the hunt
Both need their feast
One is silence and stealth
The other a beast
A howl a roar
The hunt has begun
They will chase their prey
To the dawn of the day
Coming to a careful peace
To work together and each one eats
One loves the bones
Not just the meat
Pounding feet on the ground
A wild man and his hound
Freedom, fur and fear
Flesh is starting to tear
The meal is fresh
The frenzy of food is complete
The truce is coming to the end
Because they are enemies not friends
They have their territories to defend
But as they separate they have just one look back
They may not realize it yet but they two are a pack…
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