Literature
Wolf
Amber eyes that see right through your white lies,
As danger approaches, my hackles rise,
My teeth sink into the poor victim of my hunt,
Size doesn't matter, even though I'm a runt.
My ears pick up, on the squeak of a mouse,
As it scrambles quickly to its house.
My claws dig deep, into the soil
My hunt, nothing can foil.
I stalk my pray silently,
Then kill them violently.