Like the wolf,
I watch,
I wait,
Hidden amongst the trees

Foolish prey,
So loud,
So overestimating,
You think you are immune

I see all,
I see you,
I hear all,
I hear you,
Flaunting your colors,
Attempting to lure a victim once again

It will be the death of you,
Your demise,
As I bide my time,
Masked by the snow of humility

Under your hypnotizing feathers,
So pleasing to the eye,
Lays the shriveled remains of what was,
So desperately grasping,
Twisting nature’s fate for your own pleasures,
Trying to have what you cannot

When Winter is over,
Your feathers will be gone,
As the cycle of life starts anew,
No longer will you be a pretty bird,
They will finally see the real you

Like the wolf,
I will come out of hiding,
Searching for my worthy prey,
Of course I will walk right past you,
Because you are not worth the time of day