The pack

Once long ago

On a dark foggy night

Moonlit, a howl

Heard to the heights

A young mans screams

A profound pack of wolves

Lapping at the blood

And swallowing their gulps

No one had known

Where the young man gone

His young mistress was waiting

Sitting alone

She sat in the cold

When she heard a twig snap

She got on yelling

"Finally your back"

Only not knowing

What was coming

As the pack surrounded

And the snow kept snowing

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. Left the reader with the questions of who, what, why, when and how. The poem could be a good lead for a story. You create situation, bad ending and questions. Thank you for sharing the very good poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

a tale of gripping suspense and a scary outcome for me. nice work. captivating!