Wild eyes peer through the leaves.
The Earth's-breath rushes through the trees.
A low growl breaks the silence;
Ears twitch sensing violence.
In the dusk and misty twilight,
Their paws tread through the dark night.
Their noses search,
Poised, ready to lurch
On a fur-feast– chilled to the core.
Their paws thrash on the forest floor.
Finally, they’ve caught the scent!
This is the end of the packs’ lament!
