The lone wolf howls
in the dark night,
casting it's shadow
over the pale moonlight.
On the river banks,
his prey, he silently stalks.
Lurking by the trees,
he, so quietly, walks.
The innocent deer
became unknowingly a prey.
Targeted by the wolf,
who lives astray.
Ready to strike,
upon the deer her pounced.
Letting out a growl,
"Beware" he announced.
Alas, he missed
his only chance.
The deer ran away
in a single glance.
The lone wolf whined
on his unlucky loss,
staring at the footprints
on the soft moss.
He retreated back
to his hiding place.
"Rest," he thought,
"Rest for another chase"
