When Wolves Go Hunting
When wolves hunt, you can see them with their teeth showing sharply, while they paw the dirt below them. The scent of dear fills the air and it make you as hungry as a starving tiger.
Then you hear the pounding of hooves and the paws of the wolves trampling on the grass while racing across the field.
A snarl is heard and something thumps to the ground. An adult deer has been caught.
Its soft, smooth fur has been ripped in two, to reach the bloody, red meat inside. You can smell success in the air as well as the deer that is being attacked with many, hungry mouths.
Soon, all the bloody, deer meat has disappeared into satisfied stomachs while the cute, young pups, who can just now see, are licking off the scraps of flesh off the carcass that has been licked almost clean of blood.
The carcass is rough to the tongues of the tiny pups that taste the meat for the first time. The taste is new and surprising while fresh and delicious.
After all the deer meat has been extinguished, every stomach has been supplied with wonderful meat from a deer.
The large hunt has been successful and all can have a good night’s rest after the last howl that reached six miles.
Then you hear the pounding of hooves and the paws of the wolves trampling on the grass while racing across the field.
A snarl is heard and something thumps to the ground. An adult deer has been caught.
Its soft, smooth fur has been ripped in two, to reach the bloody, red meat inside. You can smell success in the air as well as the deer that is being attacked with many, hungry mouths.
Soon, all the bloody, deer meat has disappeared into satisfied stomachs while the cute, young pups, who can just now see, are licking off the scraps of flesh off the carcass that has been licked almost clean of blood.
The carcass is rough to the tongues of the tiny pups that taste the meat for the first time. The taste is new and surprising while fresh and delicious.
After all the deer meat has been extinguished, every stomach has been supplied with wonderful meat from a deer.
The large hunt has been successful and all can have a good night’s rest after the last howl that reached six miles.
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I love wolves. You might have guessed that, but my favourite is the arctic wolf. This poem is not meant to rhyme or anything like that; it is just meant to show a story.