Camouflage shades of flames and sunshine drip down storm drains
As the wolves slink back to their apartments.
Their catches are held between their teeth and
The prey's natural orange slowly dulls.
They'll share a bed and a home,
And grow grey-brown together.
All of the burrows lay empty, now.
That life was never practical anyway.
We can trust the smooth concrete walls of the apartments.
It's a decently satisfying life.
And in the end, it's okay, right?
It feels fine.
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