A Pack

Fluttering in the air,
leaves glide to the earth.
The wind whispers
through the woods,
my place of birth.
The moonlight shines
upon the forest,
turning the world
into a silver place of rest.
Howling in the dark,
I call to my kind.
Listen carefully;
I'm sure you can hear them.

They echo back
with a soft, familiar cry.
Like a chorus of bells
it shivers through my soul;
Wispy threads of life
acknowledge us with a
shutter of fear.
They silence their young,
close off their homes.
Softly humming with
awareness, they know
we're near.

One man, too stupid,
too slow; it stays
in the open,
unknowing of
us here.
We move together,
like the pack we are;
we slink towards
our prey, not
whispering a single
sound. Together,
so close, we see
its innocent eyes-
eyes of prey,
of an animal
soon to die.

As one, like a
wave of water,
we come down on
the man; it falls
easily, our alphas
ripping past all
the resistant flesh.
Its eyes go glassy
with an empty stare
as we eat our fill.
Our moon shines down
on our success, a mother
gleaming proudly on
her children.
Flesh pulls from bone,
and blood runs like a stream.

Like one we are,
my pack and I.
Werewolf, they
call us, but
that's not right.
Monsters, they
shout, but
they are wrong;
a family is what
we are, my
pack and I.