Wolf
The lone wolf licked her sticky paw,
Glad the chase had lasted as long as it had.
Since cubtime, she loved the heart beat of the chase.
Her muzzle turned sharply to the right with keen wolf ears,
Something surreal and dangerous was waiting beyond the hill.
Wolf sat waiting, motionless, heart beating faster, ready to begin….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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