Wolf Cutthroat Rush, by xxSoulsxxLiexx Subscribe to rss feed for xxSoulsxxLiexx

The wolf that stalks its prey,
Walks slowly with no sound.
See the haunched shoulders,
So she can keep close to the ground.

Soft paws tread carefully,
Not wanting to cause alarm.
Predict the prey’s every move,
With full intentions to cause harm.

To kill and taste blood,
Is what the wolf craves.
To get that rush of adrenaline,
Knowing the prey can’t be saved.

Just the right moment,
Prey begins to move.
The wolf runs and slaughters,
So swift and so smooth.

The delectable flesh,
The ripping of meat.
The cracking of bones,
The prey has been beat.

With a full stomach,
She leaves the carcass alone.
She returns to her den,
With a single victory bone.
Posted: 2007-08-09 09:16:03 UTC

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2007-09-04 02:47:29ForgottenWinterMemories
i really like this one, it's really well written. nice job. i agree with ya too we should deffinatly do a book, it would be fun