As a loyal servant
It howls to the moon, then
Backs away slowly into
The shadows
Its smoke grey body blends
Into the darkness

Running faster than the wind
It hears quiet shuffling
Its ears perk up
The game has begun
It leaps and traps its prey
Against a thorn bush
And bites the neck

The deer falls to the dirt
Packed ground
The blood comes out redder
Than a rose, it floods out like
An overflowing river
It steps on the leg and hears
A CRACK

It howls to the
Moon once again
The hunt is over
Time for a nap