They Run

They run through the forest,
And they leap at the beasts;
They need little rest
Between their runs and feasts.
They need nothing else but to hunt and prowl
As they run, run, run during day or night;
They are silent except for their victorious howls
To their silver god in the vast moonlight.
They run through the herds,
And they chase off the deer;
They scatter the birds,
And anything else with fear
For the quiet grey wolf,
The stalking red wolf,
The pouncing black wolf,
And the swift white wolf-
No other creatures safe when it comes
To the almighty wolves
Who cannot help but run, run, run. 

Reviews

[King Wolfe (Dylan A. Ki..]

Nice poem, I realy love your imagery of "the silver god" very unique way of describing it, overall good job keep it up