Strawberry Fondue

Lone Wolf

His silver mane protrudes into the night

The howling silence causing fright

Into the hearts of civilians it breeds

Those that know better, they will heed

In packs he travels, seemingly never alone

The fiery glint in his eyes, like glossy stone

He waits, stalking, stealthily treading

In a single maneuver, he pounces, victim dreading

Lean and lithe, his haunches extend

The life of his victim will soon end

With swiftness in a hefty bite

There is no grappling or resistance in this plight

His packmates stream in, following his lead

Yet when the moon settles in, and ‘tis time to feed

They take first pick, always superior

Leaving the lone wolf shivering, inferior

Without a word, he takes off in a sprint

What he is thinking, he does not give hint

Back at his den, the sudden downpour of rain echoes

The blurred lines shower down, for are they friend or foe?

The calm and serenity shroud his eyes

For if he knows what is best, he will be wise

And seek the shelter of desolation

His story at the seed of culmination

Never uttering a single word

The bleakness of his heart now stirred

He savors the moonlight

And climbs back into the night

Hope you guys enjoyed that little snippet I call a poem. Wolves are pretty freaking cool, particularly their behavior and survival methods. 

This poem was also written for a school assignment, if you must know.

Some of the randomest topics hold a lot of meaning, so there may be a variety of topics ensuing.. Hmm. :)

Thanks for reading!

Linda~