Shewolf did prefer to stalk in the twilight hour; <br />She'd drag some back to the lair, for all to devour, <br />It was matter of choice, not an obsession. <br />I viewed with my camera, that's my confession. <br /> <br />The blood soaked earth of the den smelled of recent death; <br />So many were here, who had taken their last breath, <br />This was just natural to the brood, as they slept. <br />One adolescent woke, around the cave it crept. <br /> <br />It was famished again, after just a few hours, <br />This endless hunger had stretched the Shewolf's powers, <br />The small furry beast slinked about the dark dank cave. <br />Shewolf had to kill again; She was the brood's slave. <br /> <br />Now She slept peaceful, soon She would have to arise. <br />Again it would mean, many more creatures demise. <br />The three adolescents would start to whine and cry. <br />She would teach them to kill, or at least She would try. <br /> <br />Life these days was basic, eat, sleep, and defecate. <br />They must kill for themselves quite soon, in full-blown spate. <br />The brood was now growing and beginning to learn. <br />Survival these days was something they had to earn. <br /> <br />Life went on, every night continued much the same. <br />Shewolf would soon be leaving before the floods came. <br />The brood growing quickly, they were almost full grown. <br />They would be by themselves, and of this they'd bemoan. <br /> <br />The wind was now rising, the rain starting to pour. <br />They now watched an eagle, as above it did soar. <br />The cave kept them dry while they peered out from within. <br />The rain came unabated, much to their chagrin. <br /> <br />Shewolf could sense it was time to leave this small band. <br />Again She would kill and feed without their demand. <br />They could sense her leaving, but wanted a small snack. <br />All of the forest creatures knew, Shewolf is back.<br /><br />J.B. LeBuert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/02-shewolf-is-back/
