Food!
Tearing through the forest.Tearing through the dark.
Tearing through the underbrush. Scenting up the bark.
Tearing through your flesh. Tearing through your sinew.
Buried in the dirt! The wolves have finished with you.
As the wind blows the packs howls, will the heavens shed a tear for you?
Food!
my third poem in this prompt for a #fiftywords challenge with @jayna. Thankyou for the prompt @jayna I can't seem to help myself.
