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Hot summer nights
the wind hardly blows.
Wolves sing lonely songs,
out amidst the night air
their echoes reverberate.
Lightening streaks
across the sky, it dashes
like spindly fingers.
Outward they reach,
so close
to grab at the night
that escapes
through
its fingers.
The echoes,
white-laced,
thin
and
crooked
catch the wolf’s lowly howl.
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The description of an echo!
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