The Wolf (Poem)
#1 of Wolf
This poem was written by Amanda. I am only doing minor editing, and posting them with her permission!
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His strength runs deep,
His paws are swift,
Through the snow he sweeps,
Though his head he must not lift.
Quietly, he prowls the night
Searching for a bite to eat.
Low he moves out of sight,
Quickly his heart beats.
The snow falls gently all around
Not a single noice he makes
He moves low to the ground,
Moving toward the frozen lake.
The icy wind is bitter and cold,
Yet he does not stay still.
Now's his chance, he must be bold
For his prey stands on a hill.
Slowly he creeps through the trees,
The yound deer holds its ground.
He stops where the deer cannot see;
The deer looks around.
He leaps out and starts his chase
The deer tries to run away,
It has become a deadly race;
A race between hunter and prey.
The deer is young and quick,
But he knows the forest by heart
So he uses the terrain to be quick.
He and the deer aren't far apart.
His prey is tired and slows,
His teeth sink into its neck
The deer writhes as its blood flows
Its body is now a mangled wreck.
He rips and shreds at his share,
Then he drags the rest home.
In time, he reaches his lair
He lives in a small snowy dome.
Inside, a mother with pups awaits,
He lays the carcass on hte ground
Then stares at his pups and mate.
Slowly they eat without a sound.
With his little family fed,
And warm inside his keep,
He lays down with them to bed.
And then he falls asleep.