(02) Shewolf Is Back
Shewolf did prefer to stalk in the twilight hour;
She'd drag some back to the lair, for all to devour,
It was matter of choice, not an obsession.
I viewed with my camera, that's my confession.
(07) The Pack Of Four Is No More
They had begun the trip back to their place of birth.
Killing as they went without caring their food's worth.
They moved with stealth and grace, like a well-oiled machine.
Their lack of fear would cause the demise of one teen.
(19) The Creator
The posse of twenty was still gone on the hunt.
The sixteen wolves were fleeing from the hunter's front.
The trackers and hunters had supplies that would last.
It was raining hard, and the trail was fading fast.
(01) Serious Stuff
Dawn had approached and it slinked and slithered about.
It smelled the strong odors with its pointed short snout.
It knew how to hunt, creeping down and staying low,
The saliva began to secrete and to flow.
(03) The Shewolf Pups
Before the floods came, Shewolf abandoned her brood.
She did it to survive, this showed She was quite shrewd.
They had learned what they needed; now they were alone.
They stayed put when She left, they were now on their own.
(04) The Search Begins
The rain came in torrents as the wet monsoon raged.
The Shewolf pups headed south, that’s what they had gauged;
Drenched to the bone, with a raging river to ford;
They now wanted to cross, without losing their hoard.