The Hunt
By TractorMan
Nostrils flare in the cold winter airThe moon shines bright overheadOn snow covered woodlandsA sense of excitementAs the pack gathers aroundWhere tail wagging and nose rubbings aboundOff they run through the trees disappearingOn well worn paths lit from aboveWith effortless abandon they run with the windTo a destination not yet knownOn the edge of a clearing the pace slows downThe leader stops and all is quiet, not a soundIn the meadow a hint of movementThe wind shifts, startled prey boltsAcross the fields running, the chase is onSleek and fast are both hunter and huntedThe pack closes in, taking turns in the leadThe smell of the hunt increases their speedAt the top of a small hill they fell the beastAnd all join in on the grisly feastFangs bared they get as they canJockeying for position around the killBellies now filled with flesh and boneHowling in the moonlight and then on to home Written September 14th, 2001 © on Sep 13 2001 11:49 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Nostrils flare in the cold winter airThe moon shines bright overheadOn snow covered woodlandsA sense of excitementAs the pack gathers aroundWhere tail wagging and nose rubbings aboundOff they run through the trees disappearingOn well worn paths lit from aboveWith effortless abandon they run with the windTo a destination not yet knownOn the edge of a clearing the pace slows downThe leader stops and all is quiet, not a soundIn the meadow a hint of movementThe wind shifts, startled prey boltsAcross the fields running, the chase is onSleek and fast are both hunter and huntedThe pack closes in, taking turns in the leadThe smell of the hunt increases their speedAt the top of a small hill they fell the beastAnd all join in on the grisly feastFangs bared they get as they canJockeying for position around the killBellies now filled with flesh and boneHowling in the moonlight and then on to home..."