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