In the Eyes of the Hunter

I run swift as the breeze,
Running from the life I once lived,
Searching for a life amung the trees.
I’ve heard the stories,
But I must be brave,
Even if the spirit of this place,
Sends me to my grave.

I watch her run.
She thinks this life is easy,
Maybe even fun.
But this is my place,
My place to be free.
I must hunter her down,
She can’t escape me.

I hear it’s sound,
The long, mournful howl,
And I know I have been found.
I know it hunts me,
I must find a place to stay,
So in the morning a can escape,
And finally get away.

She tries to hide.
She does’t realize,
Nothing is on her side.
It will be easy,
Done with a single bite,
She won’t even scream,
Won’t put up a fight.

I see it now.
It has traveled fast,
Though I know not how.
I stare into the eyes of the wolf,
It’s hard to believe it’s here,
It’s eyes pierce me,
My body fills with fear.

She is sick,
I smell it on her.
Her death should be quick.
I show my fangs,
I move in,
But there’s a scent with the sickness...
The scent of my kin.

I feel something indside,
A primal instinct,
As if I could brush the wold aside.
I take a step forward,
It takes a step back.
I know it can feel it,
This desire to attack.

How can this be?
She’s not a hunter,
Not like me.
But this look in her eyes,
It is not of man,
Though she cannot hunt,
Not as I can.

I don’t hesitate to leap,
As the instinct takes over,
This is my life to keep.
It drives me forward,
I can’t keep still,
I don’t think it realizes,
I’m moving in for the kill.

I can’t move fast enough.
I never imagined this death,
By a human who thinks she’s tough.
With death comes peace,
And so ends my reign,
She is kind and quick,
I feel no pain.

My first kill,
I will survive here,
I have true will.
They called me crazy,
So I ran away,
They said I was sick,
But now i have a place to stay.