Wolves

Wolves

A Poem by Wolfwind
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This describes itself...

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The winters chill beckons them

The caribou are on the move

As the snow slowly drifts down

Their movement is all around



They are ghosts among the frosted trees

Fleeting and quick they find a weakness

The caribou are nervous as they graze

Danger is lurking just beyond the haze



With crunching of snow and small twigs

They are like lightning, the moment's now

The herd scatters with their calls, distressed

An old and injured lags behind, unto its death



White snow reddens as teeth tear and rip

A meal for the week has been taken down

Even before their young are done swallowing

The hollows fill with their yips, erie howling.

© 2012 Wolfwind


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Sounds like you saw this in the actual act as they hunt down their prey. A majestic scene you've drawn for us. The quiet start, then knowledge floats from scents along the wind. The hunt taking shape from start to ending itself. How they call out for their brethern, whether to stake their right or to share the bounty they've attained. Just a wonderful description on the survival of the pack and the natural cycle to life. All within this small window of time. Wow!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This took me back to my time spent in Alaska. Watching them from a distance take down their prey was so eerie. You described the herd perfectly and the rips and red...while they howl... excellent description..x

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like the Featured Review states, it does seem like you just saw this happen right before your eyes. It's very impressive; your descriptions. I could clearly visualize this in my head. I could really see the line where you said:
"White snow reddens as teeth tear and rip"
It actually made me recall a picture I've seen before where there was a wolf standing in red snow. I like how you worded that instead of just saying "Blood turned the snow red". It sounds better. You really led us through this "story" well with your awesome descriptions and imagery. Great job!
-Alex
P.S. Thank you for your review! :)



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A delightful imaginational piece, since I'm fairly sure the wolves would keep thier murder more secret ;] This was a great piece to read, I saw all as it happened with your words. Great write =]

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sounds like you saw this in the actual act as they hunt down their prey. A majestic scene you've drawn for us. The quiet start, then knowledge floats from scents along the wind. The hunt taking shape from start to ending itself. How they call out for their brethern, whether to stake their right or to share the bounty they've attained. Just a wonderful description on the survival of the pack and the natural cycle to life. All within this small window of time. Wow!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 3, 2011
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Wolfwind
Wolfwind

Coupeville, WA



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Sometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..

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