Hunters Moon

Teeth snapping 
I back away 
He follows with his dirty scent 
The cage of metal surrounds me 
I have no where to go 
I growl 
I snarl 
I bite 
But he just laughs 
He takes me to a place
That reeks of death
And there he leaves me 
till the sun sits high after the moon
He beats 
He teases
He taunts
He gives up 
And leaves till the moon sits high after the sun
I hear him
I smell him
I see him
Stagger towards my cage
‘just a little closer’ I think
And he obeys
He stops 
I wait 
…
Fury consumes me as I pounce
His blood, warm as fire fills my mouth 
As a pathetic gurgle comes from his,
His heart stops 
He’s dead 
I won
 I stand over my kill in victory 
Then run off into the night 
The grass is wet under my four paws 
And the air is crisp 
And through the woods I can hear
my sisters call to the moon
The Hunters Moon
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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