"For the
strength of the Pack is the Wolf,
And the strength of the Wolf is the Pack"
~ Rudyard
Kipling ~
Concealed by the screen of the morning mist
Not a living soul's aware that there they exist
Grey shadows gliding their way across the snow
Senses are keen, always wary as energies flow
The smell of flesh and blood is in the air
Teeth are bared and eyes in hungry stare
No sense of pity, not even a sense of guilt
Untamed and wild, the way their hearts are built
One unaware victim's doomed to be this
instance
Each shadow positioned in their own hunting stance
Keeping their bodies low, time seems to stand still
With one swift motion, each one goes for the kill
A howl breaks the silence all around
It rings into the sky, so echos the sound
The distinct signal for the feast to start
A cry of victory which each of them takes part
The perfect paragon of brotherhood and unity
Each one honors and respects the group's solidarity
The core that makes each of these shadows move
The Mighty Pack of the Great Grey Wolves!
-- - -- (c) Sherwin P. Servande 100198
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