As winter winds whisper through the woods, eerie sounds in the distance  the sounds of wolves looking for their prey send chills of fear down my back and would I be just  the feast they want. Recognized Author Notes I was just playing around with Syllable count poetry and came up with this particular Format. this format is done in odd number lines a total of 9 lines 135797531 then centered on the page.

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