Pack Run

Under the heat of the midday sun

The pack prepares to make their run

The roar and rumble shakes the ground

The young males circle round

Blood flows, hearts pound, adrenalin runs high

Alpha male gives the nod and away we fly

Crushed grass, pungent in the wind

Mixed with gas and dirt, tires spin

My husband laughs, my sons grin

The Dean Pack rides again

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