A random poem about wolves hunting.

Piercing eyes in the bushes, watching and learning,

Silent paw steps moving forward together,

Energy and hunger coursing through them,

Stalking with their eyes fixed on their prey.

Their minds are a map of the forest,

A chorus of howls strikes the air with pride,

Their howls are music but for the deer its terror,

They run at their prey with such gracefulness you could cry,

Hurling through the forest with so much speed it’s unnatural,

They hear the beat of the hooves as the deer flee,

They are a blur and leave behind nothing but paw prints,

Adrenaline kicks into gear as the wolves close in on their prey,

The wolves’ feet never seem to hit the ground,

They bare their teeth as they lunge,

A feast now for the wolves of the night.

Submitted: February 10, 2010

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omg this is so cool and so true i dont think yuor fifteen because most of us at this age just write about sex but really your poem is amazing

Mon, April 26th, 2010 7:49pm


Thanks! Yeah, I am fifteen though.

Mon, April 26th, 2010 5:44pm

unknown girl

This is really good:)

Sat, August 7th, 2010 4:08pm


Thank you!!!!!

Sun, August 8th, 2010 12:32am


Magnificent and vivid description of this simple, yet elegant act of survival and death. The terror and the beauty all combines so nicely, and you paint a wonderful picture of the scene for everyone to enjoy.
A true pleasure to read!

PS: The button was clicked, of course! ;-)

Thu, November 3rd, 2011 8:46am


Thank you! I try my best! :)

Thu, November 3rd, 2011 12:26pm


Hi Sorry Ive Been Absent For A While But Im Back To Catch Up And Read You :) Very Enjoyable Piece This Is

Tue, March 6th, 2012 6:25pm


Thank you. :)

Fri, March 9th, 2012 1:28pm

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