The Hunt

I sit there in waiting
Still as the pond.
Crouched lo in the brush
I sit there in waiting.

I wait for her to come
Ever so near
To try to get past me
My teeth clenched in a sneer.

I am a wolf
A small one you see.
This is what I want.
This is my dream.

A deer stands so still
My prey it wil be
Soft brown as the dirt
All around me.

She moves so slightly
Sees me in hiding
Tries to run faster
Bushes no longer confiding

I run towads her
The chase has begun
But by the end
Living? Only one.

This is my desire
The thrill of the hunt
The feeling of confidence
Rushing through me.

This is my desire
To be a great wolf
Announcing my spirit
To all of the world.

To put it simply,
This is my desire.