Wolf

Sheep gathered in the moonlit field, as I watched from the grassy hill... I tried to be silent, stealthy, and crouched; remaining perfectly still... The hunger swelled up inside me; urging me to kill... Tonight I would eat well... I would get my fill... Instincts took over and I began moving in; looking for the young and weak... I spotted a lone, lost lamb in the grass, and I proceeded to causally sneak... I felt no malice, rage, or blood lust... Only an urge to survive... But when I suddenly heard the man yell, "WOLF!" I had never felt more alive...