265. Deer Hunt
Hidden deep within the forests, this is where the oldest canines run.
You seldom see them out hunting, or when they are on the prowl,
But you can hear their voices echo, in the mountains when they howl.
They run wild through these lands, on well traveled ancient trails,
Their leader is the strongest, and most vicious of the alpha males.
He proves his strength each and every day, he is the most confident,
And he is always out in front, when the wolf pack picks up the scent.
Riding on the mountain breeze, wafts the strong smell of a deer,
When the wolves catch its odor, the entire pack can sense its fear.
The wolf pack must be very cautious, and not scare away its prey,
If the wolves are not now careful, their meal could swiftly run away.
Suddenly the deer tries to escape, but these wolves enjoy the chase,
The deer has panicked, and now finds itself caught up in a fatal race.
What the wolf pack does next, may seem to us humans most unkind,
With sharp teeth, and strong jaws, they relentlessly bite at its behind.
Brought down by its injuries, the deer now spasms in the cold mud,
And quickly dies from its many wounds, and from the loss of blood.
Nature has provided these canines with a hearty prey for their food,
The carcass feeds the wolves, with more than enough for their brood.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.