The Dark Hunt
Senses on fire,
AS we run over the shadowed trail,
The climb uphill becomes higher.
I, the alpha, black and sleek,
Am head of my pack that run,
After the deer too frightened to speak.
Our hunt goes on,
As we chase our fleeting, hooved prey,
Through the blackest of trees,
Till we see the face of day.
by Ally Cleetz and Shay O'Dyger