In the quiet of the night
Wolves are running in the forest
Snow crunching beneath padded paws
Not a sound made in the forest by the wolves
As they hunt down they prey
Silently stalking is their technique
Fangs are their weapons
The moon above howls
Stopping
The wolves are silent and listens
Staring up at the moon
Then continuing with the hunt
The only sound is crunching snow
Author notes
i love wolves and i think that they appriciate the nature better then any of us. this is why i put this poem up
A contest entry
- Wolfie's Wolf Pack by WolfHeart.
600 points, ended January 10, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This poem puts one right in the middle of pack during the hunt. Well done. Cool picture!
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Your use of imagery is amazing. It takes my breath away.
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What amazing imagery within your write. It drew me in from the start left me wanting more. Good luck in the contest
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this is an awsome write and i love the description that is within it. well done and best of luck in the contest
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How well you hunt and the words just dance with reality...This a very vivid view of the hunt as it goes. Excellent read & write...novy
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Awesome!LOL!
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