Moose And Wolf

A Moose stands,
Surrounded by feeble Deer.
The blooming ground,
Glows red in the morning light.

The sun reaches peak,
And bathes the land in light,
Exposing the gentle forms,
That nature has created.

The Does stand gentle,
A lack of aloofness,
Holds them unaware.
They graze childlike.

The Moose stands steady,
Scanning the landscape.
The beaming sunlight,
Creates a prism of her eyes.

In the distance,
Danger looms,
A pack of Wolves,
Wait on the horizon.

Considering the group,
They look for the weak,
The easy,
The ones that won't fight.

But this comes at a price,
A weak Doe,
Has never,
Satisfied their undying hunger.

Through nature's plan,
They take down a rather graceful Doe,
She falls easy,
Not bothering to fight for life.

The group dwindles,
Day after day,
More fall,
Just as easy as the ones previous.

Who stands left?
Alone in moon's eye,
The Moose stands alone,
Steady as ever before.

The Wolves are eager,
Determined,
Anticipation that has never been felt,
Reaches into the nether.

The Moose doesn't falter,
Not as they approach,
And not at their weak attempts,
She is stronger then them.

Time soars by,
But their futile pursuits,
Have not so much,
Caused a scratch.

But one evening,
As the moon is full,
She peers down to earth,
To smile upon the commotion.

A single Wolf approaches.
The Moose gazes down,
And, then from her mother's confirmation,
She kneels before Wolf.

One crimson blow,
Ends her struggle,
Wolf has finally received,
A meal to last a lifetime.