Paw Prints
I hear the thumping of paws,
I turn around, but I see nothing,
The scent of wolves hangs in the air.
I hear it again, the sound of paws,
It's getting closer, so very close,
I look around, but I still can't see anything.
Then it stops, I no longer hear paws,
I know they're here, I can feel them,
But by the time I see them they are gone
And the only thing they left is their
paw prints.
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