The Howl
There was a time the world was ours.
No big tall buildings, no noisy cars.
No people with guns, shooting at
Everything they see.
When we could howl
As a family
When we could roam our world
At will
Not worrying about if we would
Be killed
The moon our beacon, the sun our friend
We did not think this would ever end.
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