Survival by Eve Parker

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 in sight

like ghostly shadows

and stalk their prey

out in the meadow.

Quiet now, they

creep around,

the prey unknowing,

they surround.

The head goes up,

the nostrils flare.

But alarm is late,

the neck is bare.

The chance is seen,

in leaps the pack

on throat, the legs,

the head and back.

All swift and sure,

the pack is done.

The she-wolf leaves

to feed her sons.