The Hunter Poem by Alexandria Rios

She prowls along the majestic forrests
She prances here and there
She moves with stealthily legs
And, creeps toward her prey
She watches carefully
Making sure she wasn't caught
Then she makes her move
Running as swiftly as she can
Lounges towards the helpless elk
And, before she knew it
It was done
What is this hunter,
You may ask?
What is this majestic creature of the night?
This is my friend
The Wolf