The Price of Hunger Upon the cliff, the wolf did wait, Driven by hunger, blinded by fate. A bird in flight, so near, so sly, Promised a meal, beneath the sky. With eyes of steel and heart of flame, The wolf pursued the fleeting game. Its paws left earth, the air grew thin, A reckless leap, a fateful sin. For wings it lacked, though hope it bore, The ground below began to roar. The bird flew free, a mocking sight, While the wolf fell, lost to the night. In search of food, it met its doom, Ambition turned to a quiet tomb. A tale of hunger, bold yet grim, Of chasing heights not meant for him.
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