My fur bristles
The wind whistles
Howling through the trees
A strong winter breeze

The smell of the hunt is in the air
My prey doesn't know that life isn't fair
Sniff the wind tracking its scent
Heart racing in anticipation of the event

Soft, soft are the pads of my feet
As I stalk ever closer towards what I am to eat
Fur a bristle as the wind continues to blow
Breath covered as I hunker down low

Circling and circling looking for the chance
Deeper and deeper into the trance
There she sits, grazing from fell winter leaves
Fangs are ready, white glimmering thieves

Black and white, my gray coat blends
A coat marked with countless bloody ends
Circling and circling looking for a chance
Deeper, ever so deeper into the trance

Step by step, tail so straight
Arise a red moon I will create
Eyes a sheen of crystal blue
But behind them a blood filled hue

Faster and faster the snow crystals fall
A wolf stands ready, ready to maul
My pack is waiting for this now
Circling and circling, waiting for their evening chow

Step by step I make make the move
Muscles tensed and ready to prove
One more second, turn around and face me
This kill will be mine, a howl I decree

With a jump I sink my teeth in
Dribbling down my chin there lies a grin
Back and forth my head shakes
Now is not the time for any mistakes

My pack watched and waited for it to be done
Before they moved in, into a run
Howling with laughter and shouting with me
Throwing forth all sorts of jubilee

It is done and once again my fur bristles
Through the trees, the wind whistles
The snow has slowed as its adrenaline drowns
Howling at the moon, our heart song sounds

-Wolf
18 November, 2008