Wolf Hunt
Thunder and lightning roll in on high,
Morning dew glistens on my paws,
Rabbits and vermin all but try,
To escape my powerful jaws.
Silently stalking through the night,
The kill is on my mind,
All I run into jumps in fright,
As I run to join my kind.
The scent of blood is in the air,
We know it all too well,
We creep so slowly, crawl and stare,
It's fate too early to tell.
We talk with looks, speady out silently,
Out to circle the prey,
We find the scent, stalking confidently,
Two large deer, tall and grey.
Leap and bite, hamstrings torn,
Throats ripped through with blood,
Baby wolves, just newly born,
Feeding on deer in the mud.