Non-Erotic PoetryWolf's PreyWolf's Prey
Fierce, lithe grace,
Nature's hound.
A prey's scent in trace,
Moonlight bound.
His prey quickly found,
Trapped in Nature's dance.
Rabbit killed, No sound.
Life ends, No chance.
Song of the night,
His mate he calls.
Proof of the fight,
In dripping maws.
Lupine answers echo,
He turns toward home.
To the valley down below,
His last tonight to roam.
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