Hunter

Just a little piece I did as an English Assignment. We had to write a poem about something that had to do with the book "White Fang" by Jack London. It could be about the Yukon, Wolves, or a feeling you may get while being stranded.

 

Hunter

 

Crouching in the shadows

Watching your prey graze;

Unsuspecting it’s nearing fate

 

Patience is the key, wait for the perfect moment to strike

Aim for the life force, the honey filled artery in the throat

 

Crawl out of your hiding place

Dash out, time for the chase

 

One on one, prey and predator

Each has a fair chance

 

A combination of hoofs and paws thundering through the forest

Snapping twigs, announcing a chase of life and death

 

Adrenalin racing through every vain

Muscles spasm with joy

 

Leaping at the ankles, bringing the pregnant doe down

Ripping and slashing with iron fangs, trying to get to the life force

 

Finally, succulent blood  filling your mouth

The red sugar coating the inside of your throat

 

Taste what you’ve just stolen,

This is the course of the hunter