Wolf Works

Wolf Works Not your run of the mill wolf, my fur is shiny silver My left legs are stronger than the other two Every day it is a struggle to prove my place In the wolf pack pecking order I am the center level in the group Fever in my mind, in my blood, I strive Salivate to compete, positioning to be number one The lower and upper members of my pack Attack my good legs to keep me down On the hunt I jump just like a crab, sideways, then pounce I know, crabs don’t jump but you get the picture Licking my chops, tongue hanging like a liver, panting Ice cold breath arresting the bloodied moment As my teeth sink in the captured prey Left legs did me well as I devour the premium parts My partners stare at me and pace I guess they are saying grace If they take one step closer I will put them in their place