Howls

Howls 


The wolf howls
An innocent, painful cry
Mocking the lamb
Soft is it’s wool
Grass is in its mouth

Deception in its eyes 
Lies, despised  
Cold as winter’s snow
It’s colors shall come to light
Straw, stick and brick
It sought the three little pigs 
Pink, bubble gum is its shade
Plump ,jelly and merry are they

It eats the still beating heart
A cruel , evil feast 
The earth rumbles
Ear and nostril open
With suspicion 
Threatened 
By beast on land 
And avalanche 

The young wolf 
Scavenges alone
A prey to the pack already formed
It’s granddad, leader of its pack
Taken down and eaten
Eat, play and groom claimed its youth
Now it must hunt
Amongst an established bunch  

Territory already claimed 
Mom too weak to catch game 

Black coated wolf ,noticeable
The others gray and white, inseparable 
A mating call leaves him a lone soul
A single duck or geese
Is quite enough
A larger catch 
It is unmatched 
For the prey will surely strike back 
On this one on one match

It heads for the road and hides 
As others fear to die
Disease has laid its pups down 
The small pack is frail 

Spring comes 
Four turns to twelve 
A mighty pack emerges 
To claim terrain 



Marckincia Jean
Narrative 
06/24/19

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