Survival
by
Eve Parker
The
eerie
sound
with ending bite
sounds mournfully across the night.
The answer comes, it
sounds so near
and brings with
it
the voice of fear.
Now
one
calls,
and then another gray one, black one, sister, brother.
They come like ghostly
in sight
shadows
and stalk
their prey
out in the
meadow.
Quiet now, they creep around.
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