When the night comes
And the childrenn sleep
The moon shines
And takes care their dreams.
The wolf, king of black
With a pure spirit
Arrives in his house
For feed his babies.
He is the symbol of family
Who has never dream about him ?
He appears on the light
That the moon produces.
A child looks this wolf.
Every night, he is at the same place
He same place
He stays for many hours
And leaves when the sun comes.
This child is a little girl
Who is poor and sad.
This wolf accepts this presence
And watchs her.
This respect lasted many time
But a day, this wolf deads
The girl no respects the limit
And goes bury him.


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