Wolf-HavenPastMakers

A howl in the night, Pierces through the sky, Like the arrow of the hunter, Or the screech of a banzai. Paws that trample through the brush, Are heavy, light, full of life, As they head to their destination. Barks and yaps now appear, Growing louder as you draw near. And soon upon this awesome sight, You see a dream, a vision of delight. Dogs, wolves, foxes, canines, Of every shape and every size, Fill the "little" meadow, With tusks and wings and lice alike! From rainbows to manes to upside down heads, To ones with three tails and mopeds, The land of Wolf-Haven accepts most of the rest.