The large Shewolf crept and slinked through the still night.
She was aware of everything, even you.
If you were within a mile, this was your plight.
She would be on the prowl, the entire night through.
She could kill all with abandon, and not care.
Death would come quickly, they hardly even knew.
If you ever heard her growl, Oh, what a scare.
She would kill, usually two times a day.
Some elk and deer meat, were the usual fare.
This was her sole business, and not really play.
Game was quite plentiful, that's why she did stay.
Terza Rima Structured Poem
Wednesday, February 22, 2012