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Call To Arms

Fangs  
Talons  
Claws  

Venom dripping  
spider  sits patiently  
dream weaver  
ever alert ready to cast her webbed net  
 
Leopard slips swiftly through shadows  
his claws primed set to strike  
awaiting the tearing of gizzards  
savouring tasty entrails  
 
Owl eagerly shrieks  
circling the night sky  
talons ready  
she swoops snatching prey  
 
Wolf's fangs always sharp well prepared  
howls  
prowls  
he most enjoys ripping throats out
Written by Carpe_Noctem
Published | Edited 25th Jun 2019
Author's Note
Truth comes out in the end
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