I Am An Artic Wolf

My silky ivory coat keeps me warm in the artic climate, my keen senses search for prey in the Alaskan wilderness- When I encounter the mighty mount Denali, I climb it, yes, I am an Artic Wolf and am known for being carnivorous. I savor the flavor of a great muskoxen and caribou. The way the twilight sparkles upon my prey, I feel the desire for more- When darkness hovers over the land, my pack and I find that there is more prey than during the day holding such brilliant light. My teeth- Razor sharp. My eyes- Deep chameleon blue. Here I am, hunting for the fox that I always fight, we battle and struggle with each other’s strength- And as I search for artic hares in the middle of the night, my leap into catching him is nine feet long in length. As dusk arrives I anticipate the salmon- The reverie delivers the taste I can never resist. As I run through my territory of about one hundred miles I feel the fervor of the fight. My teeth- They clench. My eyes- Intense. I am ready for the temptation of killing as it arrives, and as my teeth growl I soon become prepared- My claws dug deep in the ground as I begin to thrive, for I have encountered a black mountain bear. Through the combat of the battle I have found victory. I am alone, with no other wolf in the brawl. I relish in the taste of triumph and surmount as being the greatest Artic Wolf in the Alaskan territory. My teeth- Superior. My eyes- Acute. My famished body has been marked with the game, my prey killed with one grasp from my mouth- Then I linger on to my cave, fulfilled and tame, tomorrow it will be the time to travel down south. Poetry in an Animal's View Jamie Pan January 29, 2017