In the night he stands,
snow on the ground.
He is a beast,
a killer of the night.
He walks through the forest.
He hunts for prey.
He is solitary.
He left his pack long ago.
He sees a human,
his favorite prey.
He stalks him for a bit.
The man is not aware he's being followed.
Stupid humans.
He jumps. One deadly bite.
He eats.
Then he runs,
he hears a pack coming.
He runs fast.
Runs to his hideout,
in a run down cottage.
Here he is safe.
Author notes
this just came to mind one day, and I really liked it.
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