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Chase and chase.
No catch today either.
The legs not what they use to be in young years.
Chase and chase, always the chase.
Empty handed returning to his cave.
Less energy.
For now the lone wolf sleeps in the cold still.
Tomorrow.
To chase and chase.
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Licking, licking.
Nothing happends.
No blood, there never was.
Why the hurt where there is no blood?
Don’t understand.
So the lone wolf still licks the invisible wounds.
To no avail.
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Blood dripping,
With heavy paws the lonewolf walks into the cave.
Another day.
Another battle.
And, another loss.
Licking the now red furr.
More red then black.
The icy winds blows thorugh the cave.
Again sleep with the same old blanket of cold.
But new wounds.