The Lone Wolf
eye like the ocean fur dark a coal coat soft a cotton claw of an eagle roam the chill wood in search of her next feast though angry and panicked fearless and bold the bush rustle *silence* the bunny hop the wolf turn they lock eye and the bunny know the wolf have find it prey she swipe her right paw once a ball of fluff now spatter with blood once a peaceful creature now a meal for the midnight wolf she howl and howl all through the night for where do her pack go she wonder in fright still confuse she cry all night abandon and hurt fierce and vicious a powerful beta now only a memory begin to adapt life a a lone wolf successfully hunt feast away forget her old miserable way continue to prosper she learn along the way that she never need the pack but rather the pack always need her