Crouching Down,
Moving Slowly,
Aware Of Every Tiny Sound.
The Lone-Wolf,
Paws Placed Carefully,
Creeps Up On It-‘s Fearful Prey.
Snap Then Shriek,
Teeth Meet Beak,
Kicking A Desperate Struggle For Life.
Not A Wimp,
But Dead And Limp,
The Snow Owl Lies There Stained And Broken.
A Howl From The Forest,
Full Of Menace,
The Feasting White Wolf Whips Around.
Not Her Story
Or Territory,
Surrounded Quickly Without A Sound.
A Big Black Beast,
All Scarred And Creased;
Steps Forwards With A Threatening Snarl.
Teeth Bared Too,
Coat Glossy With Dew,
White Meets Black In A Cloud Of Grey.
One-‘s A Devil,
One-‘s A Spirit,
Fur And Faces Stained With Scarlet.
Blood Dark As Night;
He-‘s Lost The Fight,
His Leadership Is No More.
Crouching Down,
Moving Slowly,
Aware Of Every Tiny Sound.
The Lone-Wolf,
Paws Placed Carefully,
Creeps Up On It-‘s Fearful Prey