'Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank,
Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street,
Fills the alleys where men sleep,
Hides the shepherd from the sheep.'
Nb1. I found deeply fascinating (from a BBC episode on wild life) that wolfs chase and get their prey like a cricket team bowls and gets the ball from the batsman.
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