Werewolf

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He walks when the sun in down,

At night towards the end of the day,

He blends in with the darkness,

As all colors start to fade.

He starts to grow hair,

As his eyes change from black to green,

He's a werewolf at night,

During the daylight, unseen.

He wanders through the woods,

Looking for a midnight treat,

Instead he sniffs the air,

And gets a whiff of something sweet.

Smells of cherries and vanilla bean collide,

His mind going insane,

While his eyes very wide.

He follows the scent,

To see a werewolf just like him,

He's thinking it's a female,

But the chances are very slim.

He howls in the night,

While it's getting kind of late,

He snuggles with the wolf,

Turns out, he just found his mate.

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