The watcher falcon- watcher of wolves.

The wolf howls in the night,
The rest of the pack returns the cry.
The falcon hears too, and
Down he starts to fly.

The wolves practice their art,
Dazzling all the night.
With shimmering and brilliant
Flashes of wolfish lights.

The falcon looks with a peering eye,
At the wolves as they work.
They gratefully thank him
And continue their art
Under is watchful eye.

The End

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