The Hunt

The Hunt

A Poem by Suppressed Minds

The lights dim 
and the sound begins to fade out.
All that's left to hear 
is the light footsteps of a wolf
as he silently hunts for his next meal.

You can feel a slight chill
as the wind blows
and the woods go quiet.
Only to realize he's chosen you.

Not as his prey
but as his guide instead.
He'll rely on you for cover
and let you use him for yours.

If you turn
he turns 
and if you work together
you both survive.

Be careful as well
because if you make the choice
to hunt him for dinner
he'll choose to hunt you for his.

© 2015 Suppressed Minds


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Reading your poem, gave me goosebumps. Felt like "the wolf" was watching me. Great poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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