The Wolf Pack

The eerie shriek of a wild thing, Into the air does wail and sing. The great brown moose feasting on the brush, Sees a pack of wolves coming at a rush, The leader wolf will slash and slay, To feed his pack he will do what he may. The moose bolts and snorts in fear, The wolves are already too near, They come with easy flowing stride, The leader's mate is at his side. The nostrils of the moose do flex, His scam of escape the wolf wrecks, He dashes and slashes with cunning bounds, And in circles he runs the moose on his rounds. A young and in the way member, Does burst out from the timber, He tries to tear the moose's flank, But in his skull the splay hoof sank. A scream of fearfull agony, The end the young wolf did not see, He lay in a wreckless heap, But the seeds of carelessness he did reap. The leader slashes wide the vein, That when torn life does not gain, The moose thrashed with dozens of legs, His throat torn into rags. The wolves were crunching, Leader was munching, The moose the price did pay, This is Mother nature's way. A week later bones are left, The wolves are a moose's theft, They rid the moose of his life, So they may satisfy the hunger piercing like a knife.