Wonderful

Wolfs entered the chase between primal and tongue Open mouths, nose guiding the fear that grips their lungs Nerves stunned in the icy air to no rest nor retreat insight Driven by survival to rundown prey beyond the twilight Escape is impossible from these most ravenous of beasts Running like spirits to a distant calling they thirst to feast Freewill moves their furry coats through rivers and valleys Under fallen trees they twist to their grumbling bellies Life is reduced to moments not taken, to a step mistaken John Hamilton’s Wonderful-Acrostic - Poetry Contest