Assorted poems of a MoonWolf

Glory of the hunt

Padding paw over paw,

Traipsing across the plains,

Nose and ears alert to stimuli.

Scent of deer caught,

Mouth watering,

Eyes scan the landscape.

Howl of the Alpha initiates the hunt,

Blood and adrenaline pumping,

Three prongs of fur and teeth bound forward.

Middle rush in and nip at the back,

Picking off the slowest,

Weak and old will not escape.

Left and right cause freezing fright,

Strongest close the gap,

Circling they form a trap.

Pinning their food with a crushing bite,

For life the deer desperately fight,

Wolves yearning for a meal,

Necks snap and the struggle is over.

The bounty is enjoyed,

Respecting the order.

Having gorged their fill,

The echoing chorus of success travels far over their territory,

Through every forest, valley and hill.