The cry of the Night

Dark, silent night.
No stars dare shine bright.
Moon is only crescent size,
Only sounds are raven's cries. 
Leaves rustle's are barely heard,
As tiger's paws pounce, vision is blurred.
Another deer gone alright,
Victim to the Cry of

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The cry of the Night Dark, silent night. No stars dare shine bright. Moon is only crescent size, Only sounds are raven's cries. Leaves rustle's are barely heard, As tiger's paws pounce, vision is blurred. Another deer gone alright, Victim to the Cry of


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