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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