Predator's Pact
Slick plumes brush the twilight
Their destination awaits.
As they tread 'pon soft paws,
Fortune holds destined fates.
The Alpha stops shortly,
And the pack follows suit.
The leader has spotted
An object of pursuit.
The herd lies beyond
The thick grass borderline,
As the wolf leader schemes
An attack based 'pon time.
He signals the cue,
The wolves slink into the night.
Creeping silently 'pon haunches,
Best to keep out of sight.
They approach the small herd
Like the shadows of night.
Swiftly they search,
For opportunity that is right.
The small herd catches scent
Of the pack in its prime.
Only a moment too late;
There isn't much time.
The prosecution is on
The wolves are caught in the act
Of the hunt that was promised
By the Predator's Pact
There's a grunt of success,
And a cry of defeat.
The prey of the wolves
Has been knocked off its feet.
The defeated was slain,
The victim of time.
The deer was the witness,
Of an orderly crime.
But this is no crime
For the wolves of the feast.
It is only true nature
Of a predatory beast.
Now the wolves are satisfied,
They've at last had their fill.
And their sleek maws are stained,
With the blood of the kill.
Predator's Pact
Slick plumes brush the twilight
Their destination awaits.
As they tread 'pon soft paws,
Fortune holds destined fates.
The Alpha stops shortly,
And the pack follows suit.
The leader has spotted
An object of pursuit.
The herd lies beyond
The thick grass borderline,
As the wolf leader schemes
An attack based 'pon time.
He signals the cue,
The wolves slink into the night.
Creeping silently 'pon haunches,
Best to keep out of sight.
They approach the small herd
Like the shadows of night.
Swiftly they search,
For opportunity that is right.
The small herd catches scent
Of the pack in its prime.
Only a moment too late;
There isn't much time.
The prosecution is on
The wolves are caught in the act
Of the hunt that was promised
By the Predator's Pact
There's a grunt of success,
And a cry of defeat.
The prey of the wolves
Has been knocked off its feet.
The defeated was slain,
The victim of time.
The deer was the witness,
Of an orderly crime.
But this is no crime
For the wolves of the feast.
It is only true nature
Of a predatory beast.
Now the wolves are satisfied,
They've at last had their fill.
And their sleek maws are stained,
With the blood of the kill.
by ©Elicia Liddle