More on that pesky little anthology
Evolution of a Predator
Moonlit shadows
Stalk the night
As the predator
Stalks his prey
Swift
Silent
Fleeting
Portents of doom
A solid shadow
Breaks away
From the moon’s
Embrace
Stalking silently
Through the snow,
The night
Is his domain
Burning amber
Sears the night,
Muscles
Tense and coil
Snow explodes
Around the beast
His prey is close…
There!
He pounces
On the wily thing
And holds
With all his might
Snarls and growls fill the air
As the predator holds strong
To the prey that writhes beneath him
Trying to break free
Finally, the thing goes still,
And the mighty predator
Lifts his head,
Victorious in the end
A growl sounds out
To the left
And the might predator turns,
A mouse dangling from its jaw.
The little wolf cub
Prances happily back
To his mother
Head and tail flying high.
He settles at his mother’s feet
Smugly
Chewing on his mouse
A victor of his battle.
His mother pins him
To the snow
And bathes him
With her tongue
The pack settles
Down to sleep,
Moonlight caressing
Their silky fur.
THE END
And, in other random news about me:
I just had relatives visiting from Germany, and my cousin took it upon herself to teach me how to Knit, of all things! I told her that I had managed thus far without knowing how, I would manage the rest of my life as well.
She was not impressed.
So, here I am, knitting a scarf.
In HAWAII!
Where it's HOT and I'm never going to need a scarf!
So, I'm sending my cousin a scarf for Christmas next year. I figure I'll finish it by then...maybe...