Watching closely, as they gather,
Seeing fangs, as they slather
Desperation, know to hide,
Hunker down, slowly glide.

Waiting softly, with no sound,
Hiding shallow, on the ground.
Breathe softly, as to hide,
Scent carried, deep inside.

Hoping now, they will find,
Prey elsewhere, not my kind.
Peering slowly in the glen,
Watching keenly for my den.

As a pack, following scent,
Praying now, they will relent.
Brush parting without sound,
Paws stirring on the ground.

Whispers heard in the wind,
Howling back to the bend.
Hearing echo’s on the trees,
Fearing death in this breeze.

Quickly, seeking my homespace,
Gently gliding to my place.
Do they hear me as I glide,
Through the grass I do hide.

Stopping quickly when I spy,
Fresh prints, with a sigh.
Seeing there, place to hide,
Safety now, burrow wide.

Gliding slowly to the place,
Quickly finding hiding space.
Safety in my little den,
Finding safety once again.

Tomorrow is another day,
Hoping pack goes away.
Safe n sound where I hide,
Until then, I stay inside.

Fear and safety, so sad that they often go together. Great read.

Great work Gryphyn. Felt like I was hunted.

wolves of fate my friend?
I know how they bite...

good poem,
had me checking the bushes too,
looking for sign...

really nice !

Really Good Work ((G)),,,
I could smell the Fear

While reading about the pack I had to run to my little burrow and write
this one.
Thank you all for the kind words.



G

Awww as usually G very good!

I must have had a premonition or something, The pack missed me in my
burrow

yea...seems they got on my trail again

good poem Spirit Brother