Making little gain before reaching her limit
Lost from her band, in grave fear, separated
Feeling frozen, her breath becomes visible
Wounds leave a blood trail upon the snow
In the forest it is easy to get lost, and she is
There in the shadows there's no visible trail
But her path is easy to find, to one desperate
Not far behind is a wolf, maybe a year old
The wolf makes her way over the same path
Hungry, and like the rabbit she is very cold
She needs to feed other, hopes for a yield
A skilled hunter, excellent at tracking prey
The hare moves on, fearful, and nervous
As a shadow, the wolf moves too, quickly
Slowly, but close enough to keep the scent
She must not lose focus, not move in haste
For she knows a hunter needs their patience
Close to the kill, the hare is still oblivious
With a blur of gray the hunter strikes the white
The slaughter happens in a loud commotion
After a blur of action, blood, come's success
The hunger flees, for a moment, then returns
“The wolf exerts a powerful influence on the human imagination.
It takes your stare and turns it back on you”
