Hungry Wolves

Fog curls through the night
Fingers wrapping around the air tight
Lonely wolves howl low
Sniffing at the air desperately now
Thirsting for innocence lost
Panting greedily for life’s best cost
No conscious; no thought
Hoping only not to get caught
Hungrily they prowl the night sky
Listening for an innocent cry
The feeble ones are easy to spy
And to wrap up away from prying eyes
Their pain and hurt don’t matter
Not when money talks making wallets fatter

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