They howl in the night
when no animal stirs,
they howl in the darkness
where all sounds blur.
They hunt down the weak,
the small and the defenceless,
with such ferocity
to bend a victim's senses.
Eyes electrified at night,
ghostly forms in the trees,
the bravest of beasts
all fall to their knees.
The woods they haunt
are in their autumn throes,
and their presence besets
all manner of woes,
they clad the forest
in a cloak of screams,
then slip away silently
never again to be seen.
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