A bright full moon
looms overhead,
all is still,
all is quiet.
Until and ear splitting noise is to be heard,
it’s not a moo,
nor a quack,
nor a neigh.
Oh no!
It’s a blood-curling howl
a hair-raising howl
a howl that belongs to the silver hound wolves,
The silver hounds with shining fur
sleek and glittery
with tails held high
Tonight they hunt
they hunt for another spectacular animal
the golden dear
with skin worth a quintillion diamonds
and legs that can run as fast as the wind
What?
You didn’t know it existed?
Well, nobody believes it
because they don’t look hard enough
So next time you’re camping
or you’re in the woods
you might get a glimpse of gold
or maybe a glance of silver fur
then you might believe in anything