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they come down from the hills,
treading deep over centuries adding to their skills,
front hoof spiked to kick hard in attack,
with a hard shell protecting from the back,
their head just as hard with exposed bone,
traveling in a pack to hunt never alone,
a roar for the leader pointing to prey,
singling out a younger animal from the herd a stray,
moving towards beginning to surround,
their size very large but careful not to make sound,
the other animal covered in fattened lumps,
the leader of the pack to surprise he jumps,
knocking down the hunted to break its softer skin,
as hunger is for what dwells within,
breaking and gnawing the bones crunch,
for the pack of the hunters this is their lunch.