I change into my beloved furry form,
And I dash on all fours through my favorite woods.
The weather is getting colder now; it is October.
I love this breezy month,
My brother and I use to frolic in the fallen leaves.
Too bad my brother will not see it again.
He is gone now; fallen like the fiery leaves.
The ground is damp I roll around in it; the dirt and leaves stick to my coat.
A swift wind ruffles my fur; the friendly dirt has left me now.
The wind took it leaving me lonely; reminding me briefly of my brother.
I lift my muzzle to scent the air,
Some one burns a fire nearby, I gallop towards the aroma.
I come across a small creek; I find that I am quite parched,
I lower my muzzle to drink,
The water is deliciously cold; the frigid liquid freezes my burning throat.
I see a figure moving toward me,
I look up,
And to my surprise,
I see the ghost,
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