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A poem about a wolf stalking it's prey. |
| The Wolf Standing still… ears cocked forward listening watching anticipating. Large head teeth mane. Powerful beautiful. Creeping forward determination. Eyes locked. Legs moving in silence holding up a lean body. Grey white camouflage. Unseen unheard in motion. Almost there… discovered! Rapid heartbeat chasing overcoming it’s prey. Silence. Grey white red. By: Sharon Jones |