The Hunted

Time to build a stronger house
The straw is light as a feather
betraying me with its sways in windy weather
The sticks break and splinter
cutting my raw skin in winter
Maybe i should build it out of brick
sturdy and won't give way
predators won't feast to my dismay
but i will still hear to wolves howl
and it will echo like a night owl
I'm no longer a breezy girl or a sharp whip lady
but a stone hard women

Now locked away i crave the eyes of the wolves at bay
I fall prey to the desire they hold
his eyes are a blaze but his heart is cold
The pack follows in a slow saunter, snouts dripping, they howl my name
I run but they only bother to chase as part of the game
Now I'm not even a stone hard women but a wide eyed doe

The trees whisper as I tear past
I whip my head around jerky and fast
I hear them all, the snarling wolves, the leaves rustling in laughter
I dare a glance back and don't take another step after
My flesh yields to his teeth, I feel the piercing pain and quiver
his cold hard heart steals my warmth and I'm left to shiver
Now what am I?
Just another one of the hunted

Author's Note

I originally wrote three separate poems but then I re-read them and they seemed to be connected so I put them together.