A churlish pack

Posted: January 14, 2015 by ambermstone08 in AmberS

There a paw-prints in the snow around a bright puddle of blood
A young deer fawn lays dead in the mud
Razor edged teeth tearing at its skin
It wasn’t their last, they will do it again
A pack of five, all growling at each other
And at the top of the hill watching, the baby deer’s mother
The snow falls on her back and gives her a slight chill
Were they hunting for food or just the thrill of the kill
The mother bleats with fear and sadness
In the matter of seconds the fawn’s world turned to blackness
There was nothing to do, the pack was too strong
They’d been hunting for a while, but the kill didn’t take long

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Comments
  1. Joseph says:

    Very interesting description!