The Wolf

The Wolf Much maligned animal of lore With gnarled snarl frothing saliva, And fangs that rip and claws that gore And eyes that penetrate to choke the craw. Ears that hear the slightest stirring And nose to detect the faintest scent, In camo coat to blend with surroundings On paws so soft scarcely heard its presence. They join wits and instinct in stalking packs. With unrelenting stealth, they track. Ambient howls transmit jolts down the back Of voracious appetites to match. The design complete and the wolf breathed. Creation no-more would be equivalent. Only the alphas breed progeny And master their environment.