"Cries in the Wild"
A Poem by Stoutclaw

There cries in the wild,
and only I can here them.
They sound like children yelling.
If only you could here me.
You would believe me.

So you may think I'm crazy.
Or Just very superstitious I might add.
Because I can only here the cries in the wild,
doesn't mean you can't.

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