The Predator
Shreds of flesh, bits of bone
red and white on yellowed fang
The Alpha male feasts tonight
after the killing song he sang
The moon a yellow witness
of the sacrifice of the kill
The wolf the mighty predator
hunger sated now lays still
He’s fed his mistress and
the cubs warm in her den
Contented now he rests
knowing not of camo-men
Till a crack of man made thunder
with a flash of death’s design
The predator is now the prey
the widow’s cubs alone now whine
~hugs~
Karen
Love your Cuz, Rose XOXO
Monette
Enjoyed the reading of your "The Predator"
Beautiful lines throughout this work one of my favs
"the widow’s cubs alone now whine" I like the humanly reference to the mother.
Blessings to you Felix,
~Gwendolyn
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
Love & hugs to you.
Lina
How sad that the wolves cannot live in peace. Creative write about the cycle of life and its effects. Excellent, my friend.
Many blessings,
~Linda
Love,
CJ