Scene from a forest
#3 of Poems
Short poem about a forest going through an interesting time...
(This has nothing to do with the 2016 Natalie Dormer horror film!) lol
Scene from a forest
The wind tore through the small forest, raging like a river, obliterating several withered old pines. The sinewy fibers of the younger trees bent in the wind's direction, but did not fall. A squirrel frantically scampers against the rushing current of the biting autumn wind to get back to his burrow and to shelter. He tries not to lose his way or get swept away by the unforgiving wind. He is nowhere to be found a moment later, save for a single tiny claw.
The smell of pine: deep, dark, and sweet permeates the cutting, blowing air of the forest, filling the lungs of everything that lives and breathes in it. The sappy tangy taste of pine is on all the forest creature's tongues, even the herd of deer cautiously grazing in the nearby meadow with their ears perked, listening for a predator through the screaming of the wind. A young red fox munching on a squirrel he caught moments ago, can't even smell the intoxicating smell of the meat, all the canine smells is his own faint scent and the overwhelming stinging flavor of the pines.
The forest betrays the animals, bending, shaping, and breaking at the will of the wind. The malevolent biting noise of the air, blows unceasingly in the sensitive ears of the cautious deer herd from the meadow neighboring the forest. One young frail doe stands with her ears perked and her head turned towards the forest. She does not hear the mountain wolf behind her until she feels the canine's sharp white teeth sink into her neck.
The wolf bites and tears savagely at the doe's neck, as she falls over. Blood and muscle splatter all over the canine's muzzle, staining his pure white fur with splotches of dark red blood. The wolf searches for the scent he's been longing for, that irony taste of his victim's warm blood. He tastes it briefly on the tip of his tongue, before the eternal flavor of the pines come back to him.
His yellow eyes look down briefly at the deer. He lifts his head in a long howl, hoping to pierce the wind's competing screams and make contact with his mate and their two cubs. He's just caught them dinner, if they can hear him that is.
-Kiah Z.