.3. The Savage Beasts Poem by David Threadgold
.3. The Savage Beasts
A howling in the wilderness
Straight after shrieks of pain
The hunters are out hunting
And made a kill again
It started very quietly
Their prey were unaware
Sheep were busy grazing
As the wolves came from their lair
They crept around the grazing flock
Each had a taste for blood
Picked out the weakest of them all
And killed it where it stood
© 2008 David Threadgold
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