Of Wolf and Men
Concealed awaiting prepared for prey
Stalking me in frosted undergrowth
Camouflaged mire spread all around
His baying battle cry seeps and saturates
My blood fermenting anticipated challenge
Of his judging eyes still and steady
Blades of winter winds surgically slash
My hands holding aim fast and true
The percussive flash bursts
Concentration lost in fleeing stains
About the cracking prints on ground cover
My ears blocking out primordial howling
A warning and cry I set off pursuing
Behind the sounds of labored steps
Forward heaving within dark tunnels
Closing about the range of sight
Hindered by the steaming breath
Echoing in ears off tree and outcroppings
Thrown in pathways confusing game
Of quarry between wolf and men.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
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