they track him as a pack of wolves
for he is their quarry
they will not relent in their dogged pursuit
they bay for his blood

all possible methods of disguise
he must employ
to wear different masks
is his best ploy

their breathes he feels on his neck
they are closing in
so as a chameleon
he shall again change his skin

ever cautious
ever watchful
ever on the alert
is the way
that he now lives

as the pack of wolves
know his scent
and to reel him in
is their priority bent