Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Alpha

The Moon hangs
on the sky,
A white disc,
Against Black.

No stars shine,
The inky darkness too
deep.

A howl rises.
The pack comes
with Alpha
at the lead.

A young wolf
Comes,
Challenging Alpha,
He sneers
and Accepts.

Claws, Fangs, Teeth
In a heap of fur,
They fight.
Others watch
this skirmish.

A howl rises.
It is done.
Alpha recedes,
And a new leader
Is Born

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