RedRavenPoems

Through the grass, through the trees

Rushing forward with wild ease.

The wolf comes now running hard

Branches crackle, brittle shards.

He seeks his prey, seeks his meal

He will not stop, never kneel.

For life would bring him quickly to heel

As his strength faded away.

A crackling pop, the rabbit leaps up

Running in fright, but is not enough.

The lunge is made, the jaws close tight

The wolf has a meal tonight.

The struggle is real in the wild lands

Places far from influence of man.

Survival comes to those who work

And idle thoughts must be shirked.