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The Alpha wolf

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The old lone wolf sniffed

On the mountain breeze.

He got to the cliff

and sighed at the trees.

He was a sad gray wolf

The pack had run him off

After his mate had died and

Nights to the moon, he cried

He ate field mice and one tear

Fell when he tried to catch a deer

He grew thin and sick

Poisoned by the farmers he quit

He found the long trail that is full of quail

—Mark Stonesifer

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