The Wolf.

Eyes cold and grey
Focused, attentive
A ghost like smile
Hauntingly memorable
He begins to stalk
Slow, menacing

And another
Slow, steady
Eyes all focused
Straight ahead
They become one
All reactions linked
Their breathing

They devour you
Piece by piece
No mercy
Jaws slavering
They break

Alone he stands
Once more in the mist
His eyes still fixed
Breathing deep and slow
His cry fills the air
Alone he stands
For who is a wolf
Without his pack?

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