The Wolf

A poem

By

Sean Roe

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The Wolf

Copyright © 2011 Sean Roe

Cover Art by Angela K Roe

Published by Philip E Roe at Smashwords

The Wolf

I prowl through the forest, fur black as night.

Scouring the land for a meal to suffice.

I hear a sound and a doe is what I see.

And preparing to pounce, I tense, then I leap!

I spring! I jump! Streaking toward my prey.

The doe scurries off, looking to live another day.

I land on the ground, light as a feather.

I charge the doe, ignoring the cold, windy weather.

We race through the forest, each with our own goal,

Prey escaping predator, foe versus foe.