The Hunt Poem by Brandon Brooks
The Hunt
the wolves howl at the moon
the hunt will begin soon
they smell it in the air
the scent that makes the nostrils flare
blood dripping, drain from the victim
flowing free from the wound
it is the hunt, it is over
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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