WOLVES
They run in a group called a pack
and they like to do things together like
hunt and track,
They lik the cold winter nights
which are much better without firelight.
They spot a prey chewing nice green grass
their blood starts pumping and makes their
eyes appear like glass,
They creep, stalk and blend with the snow
and then its time to land the unexpected
blow
They have their prey on the run
and the wolves are having so much fun,
they claw and snap at the white behind
until they think its time to dine
Their tummy full and satisfied by the meal
they go to sleep after their exhausting
ordeal,
now the night is all so still
there is nothing and no one to hunt or
kill.