Danielle N. Calhoun

WINTER PREY

Wolf Snow falling on the ground:
Footsteps making not a sound,
As she stalks her prey in the light of day,
The snow her shield as she waits.
She watches, as they linger,
Looking for food on this cold terrain.
She sits in the shadows,
Waiting to strike as another passes by.
As if on cue, she attacks and they scatter.
Making no sound the others come,
The deed is done, a meal for all.
In the snowy terrain,
A mother wolf,
Feeds her babes.