Eyes Of The Wolf Poem by Micah Krahn

By Micah Krahn

Soft grey icy snowflakes chilled the thick white frost as the stormy unforgivably wind shrieked endlessly throughout the harsh nocturnal woodlands.

A cool blue glare glowing from behind the copper brown trees, descending from the dark into the silver-white moonlight.

A solitary wolf, disguised in her chameleon snowy velvety hoary coat she coverts into the woods, silently stalking her prey, her cool blue eyes ensnare her quarry with a lightning-quick relentless perplexing glare.

Frozen in fear her prey springs into flight, punitive snapping and crackling of russet leaves atop the shivering silver hoarfrost are left in the wake of her ruthless chase on winter’s rigid floor.

Bone chilling howls send shivers up the frigidity rime, as the eyes of the wolf enchant her prey with inexorable ferociousness.

Battle cries sound, hope fades for her frantic prey, out of time. She howls a conquering feat, nothing is safe from the eyes of the wolf, and she will never let you forget that.