As howling wolves upon the hunt,

Amass and gather round,

Their scowling breaths take in the scent

As showers thunder down


A Trickle here a trickle there

They lope across the sand

From pools to streams

At first unseen

Their trails scar the land


Swelling in a prowling tide

Clawing sodden banks

Ears pricked sharp as waves collide

Their teeth gnash earthen shanks


The hungry pack surge rock to rock

Their sides encased with spray,

Glaring with a brown-eyed stare

Stalking after prey


 Their rabid jaws awash with foam

Their nature undeterred

Writhing in their primitive tryst

With the ocean shore

(c)musicgal2012 – Lorelle Press

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