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They know the stories of the night when darkness falls and all is quiet..the hunted all hide from sight and wolves sleep curled in the
moonlight..then the cries of prey obtained and bobcats scream their prizes gained...or owls fly & wings softly awhirl then hooked beaks stab the frightened squirrel..ah,,wolves hunt by day and sleep by
night and only the stealth ones hunt by moonlight! All creatures great and all creatures small..make one mistake and and its captured and fall..shadows in the night scurry around making the call
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