He runs in the forest of trees
all fours hitting the ground.
In the trees that sway in the breeze
his feet are the only sound.

The moon shines high above
with a light that shines below
A howl that's completely unheard of
signals the start of the show.

He runs wild in the brush
as he sniffs out his prey
He keeps running fast in a rush
for it is almost day.

Fur the color of ash
Eyes the color of amber
****** teeth that continue to bash
on the carcass that continues to clamber.