WOLVES

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THE WOLF SLINKS THROUGH THE UNDERBRUSH,

LOW TO THE GROUND AND VERY SLOW.

ITS' PREY IS A YOUNG BUCK DEER,

GRAZING PEACEFULLY, NEAR A STREAM FLOW.

 

HIS SHE-WOLF LURKS SILENTLY NEARBY,

BELLY FLATTENED AGAINST LUSH GRASS.

HER SHINY, SLEEK BLACK COAT GLEAMING,

SHIMMERING IN THE MOONLIT WILDERNESS.

 

WITH QUIET GROWLS AND A SUDDEN RUSH,

THE STEALTHY HUNT IS AT AN END.

VISCIOUS SNARLING AND GNASHING OF TEETH,

THE DEER HAS NO CHANCE TO DEFEND.

 

A SPINE-CHILLING HOWL RENDS THE NIGHT,

THE VICTORIOUS WOLVES HAVE MADE THEIR KILL.

SILHOULETTED AGAINST THE HUGE FULL MOON,

THE GLUTTED HUNTERS TESTIFY TO THEIR SKILL.

 

THE WILD BEAUTY OF THIS UNRULY BEAST,

THROUGHOUT THE AGES HAS STAYED APPARENT.

THIS SAVAGE LAND IS HOME TO THE WOLF,

FAR AWAY FROM MANS' PERSISTENT ENCROACHMENT.

 

1995     BY WAYNE J. WAGAR

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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