Wolf or fox or bear,
Or snake with toxin spare,
We be when folks don’t stare.
Goodness, for some depend
On whether their ill end
And shadowy underhand
The others comprehend.
Goodness, for some a string
For puppeteering
And undeserved solace bring
To childish hungering.
Goodness will erase
It’s dark mischievous ways
Even from the trace
Of one’s own inner gaze.
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