Hunting
By: Skyla
hunter peers through leaves
watching
waiting
the wolf appears
breath held, heart pounding
she follows on silent feet
stalking
listening
coming upon her prey
crouched
ready
smelling the dew
a shudder of ecstasy
she pounces
rips through flesh
howling to the white moon
slinking off to disappear
back into the forest
dragging the kill
to feed her cubs
HUNTINGD