cold and dark, the wolf prowls
hungry for anything that breaths.
as it finds its prey a fight awakes
as all fighting ends it lets out a bone chilling
death cry to call its pups
as they come under the white moonlight
they come fighting for their share
then suddenly everything is done and silent.
I lie there waiting
waiting
waiting for the silent death
I know is coming.
as I close my eyes I can see what is to come
painful, milk white teeth
sharp, horrid, grey claws
that I know is coming,
coming my way.
I hear a death cry of a howl outside my house
nothing,
nothing can save me now
and I open my eyes waiting,
waiting for my inevitable,
unavoidable,
death.
