General Poetry posted February 13, 2019

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Surrounded with no where to run.

The Howling Growls

by TheStoryMan

Darting in,
And bolting out
Their howling growls
Are all about.
One stops here-
Another there
One stops death cold
And sniffs the air...
Underneath a gray, but shallow moon
You can hear their howling tune.
On the cusp of time
And a cold, stiff breeze
Something's rustling amongst the leaves.
Closing in,
Pinpointed out,
The circle starts,
Oh no, look out!
The teeth, the teeth
Those cruel and perfect teeth
The growling, the snarling,
The teeth that stand beneath.
The hair, the hair
And oh and less we least forget
Those bold red eyes that stare!
There's no way in, and no way out
Trapped between without a doubt.
The biting starts, the tearing starts
The ripping of the flesh.
And once what was and used to be
Is now what looks a mess.
For the life that feeds
Off a life that bleeds
As a howling wolf does shout!
Well the one that feeds
And that's what life's about!

Story-poem about an animal/animals contest entry


Nature is powerful and unforgiving- wolves are one of nature's most fascinating creatures- beautiful- mysterious- yet family oriented- the pack will hunt and feed- their howling growls take you with them on a night kill.
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