Hunted

Tormented by buzzing, high above,
The wolf stirs, growling softly.
Another threat, one to lose
In the depths of his forest home.
Sound grows louder and wolf stirs,
Taking himself to his slender feet.
Around him, the pack stirs,
Alert at his cry, his hint to flee.
Snow sprays into his face,
A blow he cannot see.
Pain strikes his shoulder,
The others flee his side.
He lifts his head as booms resound.
The growing darkness of death
Draws over his head.
Dimming his breath and stealing
His warmth.
The scent of his death, lingers deep,
Two of his pack, spinning in death.
He cries out and chokes,
On rusty blood, splattering out.
His death has no meaning,
But the loss is great.
He was the alpha,
The wolf at his side, his mate.
One of their pups cries out one time…
But he does not here, his soul is no more.


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