With the moon in the sky
And the cry of the alpha
The hunt begins.
Several soundless paws grip the ground
As one by one they run the path
The path of the smell of prey
In the distance
an innocent rabbit sits quietly
it hears the wolf's cry
but doesn’t seem effected
It nibbles blades of grass
and enjoys the calm night
The alpha female picks up the sent
And is rapidly on the trail
The others follow behind her lead
And like ghost
glide across the ground
towards the unsuspecting
The rabbit smells the musk
It knows it's being the hunted
It turns to run but only a little to late
As the jaws open to collect it's prey
an owl swoops
and claims the rabbit as for itself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great writing Britney...enjoyed this...thank you....Fi