Wolves converging upon their prey
Slavering jaw, glistening tongue
Prey’s caught in dithering delay
Night’s starry backdrop moments young

Leader emerges to stake his claim
Bolder; fatter and scarred without fear
Prey submits in awe of his fame
Night’s whispered warnings soft in her ear

Wolves howl, outraged by the loss
Hungering wail to a shimmering moon
Prey hears as she rolls in the moss
Night’s premonition creeps forward too soon

Leader slinking with leery-grin wink
Bolder; leaner and prouder by far
Prey’s flowery loss was borne in a blink
Night’s shrug is the death of a star

Wolves reassembling, circling now
Seconds are better than none, as they say
Prey would flee if she only knew how
Night’s teardrops are shed into day

Leader emerges to quarry her fear
Slavering tongue, sharp-toothed jaw
Prey’s alive and she won’t shed a tear
Night’s creatures are bound to the law

And the law decreed that she was the prey
This was her new designation
And so before the wakening day
She tenders her own resignation

And Night’s displeasure is only a sigh
She’s accepted her role as the game kill
The second wolf’s job was to ratify, yet
His menace contains not the same chill

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