The tracker has his mark

he shot her as she yelped and barked

now he hunts her down

there is blood in the snow


The hunter knows his prey is not far away

he knows it will not be long to the timber wolf has gone

she the last of her kind, had cubs last years

but hunters found her hide and demolished them with spears


Now she limps and drags her wounded bleeding leg

how crimson is the blood on the white snow

she howls to the moon as it appears

knowing her death is imminently near


There is no mercy where the hunters heart resides

for he wants her life and her coat of glory, her hide



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris