White Fang
A sparkle, a gleam, and then blood drawn
Dew on the ground at the coming of dawn
Light chasing away the shadows of night
Sunshine erasing the horror of the fight
Blood on the ground the only sign found
Oh, and patches of fur scattered around
All is quite now in the early morning fog
Squirrels running down the fallen old log
Pink hues mingle in a peaceful Fall sky
The troubles of night are now nowhere bye
Yet in the place where the crickets sang
The stain of the prey on an old white fang
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