Peering through the dense trees, Sinking low, light footsteps He stalks his prey. A newborn pup Yipping and clumsy Falling over herself Just to stand back up And do it again. The hunter shifts between the silken grass And the soft clay earth Keeping his eye on the promising young blood Craving her bones and fleshy meat.
The pup licks her paws Pouncing on small bugs and feathers She laughs with a bark that sounds like music Burying her new toys, she wiggles her tail in the air Then digs in to the earth with zero inhibition She is vibrant and strong, a natural-born leader. Happy, free, and full of promise.
Nose to the ground, He anticipates the musky smell Of his close-knit pack He advances, visceral and quick His vision turns a violent red as he Loses his stealthy and cautious movements His gait lengthens and he slides in the dirt Snapping his jowls, he is wild with hunger.
The pup yelps and snarls, Too small to fight back But trying her mightiest to stand her ground. Her attacker sinks his teeth in from behind, Slashing his rustic head back and forth Listening to her fading cries as he growls with success. Shaking every ounce of strength from the Poor girl's lifeless form, He tastes sweet victory and steps back Satisfied with his current catch.
He turns his head to call his pack; A wolf's howl only the moon can hear But he sees instead the sad, vacant eyes of The pup's grieving father.