Kaustubh Garimella

Through the woods, the hungry predator’s stride

Over the moist moss and dismantled trees

The grey fur on their backs makes up their hides

Air is filled with the sound of stinging bees.

The alpha dog signals to all the pack:

“Across the river lies unwary deer”

And then the group gets ready to attack

The snarling face of the wolf seems to jeer.

Silver shapes move to commence the assault

Unsuspecting deer lie drowsy and weak

Suddenly, their graceful forms start to fault

The voices of the deer begin to shriek.

Through the blood and gore I could plainly see

There would not be any meat left for me.