A Lone Wolf Sits

A lone wolf sits on a hill
Her black eyes gaze
A prize unaware
Somewhere below
The pack circles

Unaware of her dilemma
She has strayed
Against her mother’s wishes
She continues to play
With the wrong crowd

The lone wolf howls
The pack pounces
Their teeth are set
The scene is repeated
Until one by one

The girls are all seated
The fire crackles
As the moon rises
They circle and howl
And seek their next prey

poem by Brian Kilpatrick
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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