It began at night with the moon so silver
At one glance there, another gone
It lifted it's nose, and growled
The wind grew cold as the beast found it's prey
Belly rumbled, and the very forest wanted it to feed
But the beast knew better
Crawling toward it's soon-to-be meal
The prey was oblivious to the danger
The night was pierced by a deafening howl
The crows sang their dreadful song
The hunt was over