'The Kill' Poem by Wolfie Scott

'The Kill'



In the darkness of night.
The black wolf stalks.
Her prey running in fright.
When the birds squawks.

She uses a special trait.
Catches up with burst of swiftness.
Bringing the young deer to it's fate.
No soul desires to witness.

When her meal is finished.
She howls to the moon.
He adrenaline and bloodlust undiminished.
But the light of day comes to soon.

When the night fades to day.
Asleep the black wolf does lay.

Monday, July 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: wolf
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