Every night for 15 years
I lie awake and pray,
That the cursed sound
of coursing dogs would simply go away.
My husband's been dead for 15 years
taken by foaming teeth,
and swallowed whole by a great blue beast
that goes by the name of Wolf Creek.
I hate the sound of growling dogs
that course outside my home,
whose wild hunger and foaming teeth
left me all alone.
Their wet hides fill the air
with a wet decaying stench,
and their bodies move
with liquid ease to rip and tear and wrench.
How I hate the great blue beast
that goes by the name of Wolf Creek!
Whose nightly hungers and coursing dogs
pray on the slow and the weak .
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