The sound of the wild
The sound of the wild calls out,
Rings a plaintive cry,
We are hungry,
We must eat.
We will hunt.
Paws first, head hung low,
Hear the crackle of the morning snow,
The deer feel our presence like,
A shadow; or fish among a pike.
We watch them.
They know we are here.
They stand stock-still, ready to run if need decrees.
We are here.
We are coming
A young buck leads the flight,
With the rest soon behind,
We are of the old order,
It's Kill or Die.
They run, we assess their strengths,
And weaknesses. A limp or fracture
gives us a meal.
We saw him, foolish Hart. Thought he could escape, but
Our tribe is smarter than a limp in rut.
Run, Run, keep running, don't stop!
You have them in your sights and claws!
Don't waste a second for the teeth to drop!
Lax hunters feed no maws!
One of our tribe, Hang-claw, is a smart sort.
He cuts across the path of Stag,
He's separated now's our chance,
We have at last food in our grasp.
Leap, Leap, Bring him down!
We have no time to fool around,
Kill him now,