Monday, October 29, 2007
silently padding my way foward
a piece of the night
sticking to the shadows,
like my father taught me.
shafts of moon seep through the canopy,
lighting the forest floor.
but i miss the beauty of it,
being focused on my target ahead.
a young male wolf,
reddish silver in the night.
ruddy tail betells his youth,
and his fatal strength.
he sniffs the ground,
even as i approach.
stalking him as he would stalk prey.
i finger my knife's hilt. wary.
his head lifts,
staring into my eyes.
he feels my presence.
can he see me?
a low growl fills the air.
founded out,
i draw.
he advances.
a high leap sends us sprawling,
in a gruesome dance of death.
he strains for my throat,
and i for his.
our wills clash
and retreat.
and clash again.
like a battle of giants.
in moments it ends. his blood stains my skin.
his great heart i can feel against me,
beating.
slowly. stopping.
my scrapes and bruises
weeping fluids and blood
i ignore
a new task is at hand.
gutting the wolf
i pull out his still warm heart,
and eat it.
vile and raw. i eat it.
defeating him.
i defeated fear.
i defeated me.
i am the victor.
7:50 PM
