She wolf  wears a skirt

When you see a cold and yellow eye
The mascarra shadowed fire
Cubs run close and by the side
The mothers instincts alone but tied
 
 Moon to set the cry to hidden gods
To conform yet be at odds
Tempered fear of a raging heart
To howl for favour from the storm so dark
 
Stealth is the camoflage you use
The clothes you wear  
The shoes you chose
Distraction of a pincer move
 
A quarry so begiled in fear just froze  
Charms headlights dazzle and confuse
Cold blood as you scoop all the goodies off the shelf
The pack in rings of thankfulness  
 
The E bay where good pickings lie  
Your pictures terror all in style
That X rated creepy darkened woods
 Gleaming teeth that match you moods
 
The gallery of thicket is your backdrop
A trail you run, your cities bypass
The scent that leads to your inner needs
A sacrifice by any way or means
 
To run with those for greater good
She matriarch in that great hunt for food
The blue chip is the one of choice
All for one in the supermarket crush
 
And when you are in season
The strong they come to draw attention
Virility is yours to question
Just soft Merino cloak for protection