A Battle Not Really Won

leading the pack into battle

to get the O`so lushish cattle,

with blood running down my teeth

I have had my share of the feast,

as the pack pass snatching a bite

I wonder to a not to distant height,

while most of the pack begins to prowl,

I find my self beginning to howl,

at a moon shinning so bright

on a dark and death filled night.

Author's Note

First Shot At A Rhyming Poem

Reviews

[Adam Whitworth]

yes, your first one probably won't be your best one, you're blessed with room for improvement like everyone else