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
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