Cry of the Wolves

As the days get colder, the night comes sooner

The sun disappears, the eyes grow somnolent

The leaves fall softly, the waves crash violently

The sky turns gray, the rain starts to fall

Little by little

Staring over a dark cliff, the seagulls dive

A tree thrashes forward, knocking her despondent

Ten miles of Forrest, no one to hear her screams

Darkness sets in, fog covering the moon

Below the waves crash uproariously against the darkness of the bluff

In the distance, the wolves cry out, there is no one to hear

No Path to release

Falling to a of bed of needles, bones thrusts though her

Blood running down her, shattering out in pain

The crying of the wolves closing around her; the aroma of blood drawing them near

As the shock from the cold night sets in, there is no refuge from the falling rain

The water soaks through her; still there is no one to call out to

Closer now; she can feel the pad of their feet, circling her

Alone " defeat

Hot muggy breath whispers, growls in her ear

Sand paper tongues savoring, her blood

Rain dropping, waves crashing, frozen, twisted

Yellow eyes stare, fur nuzzles against her broken body, warming her within

Soft whimper’s comfort her ears, as her body slowly recovers

Warmth

Her Eyes drift in shelter and ease, Tender, warm up and down her broken body

The indulgent whimpers of the pups as the elders let them take their turn

Black

Sharp piercing pain of a thousand teeth sinking into her

Dragging her into the darkness

Finishing, the screams silenced

In Death

© 2012 The Random Writings Of Me..Kates