Wolf

Sharp teeth shining
Loud voice whining
The hunt is on
This may go on till dawn
Silent feet upon the ground
Each step makes not a sound
They run as one
Till their feast is won
Bright is the moon in the sky tonight
They're thankful for its guiding light
They see their prey
On the ground it lay
They slowly creep
Not to wake it from it's sleep
Then upon it they leap
Fangs sinking deep
They howl
No longer on the prowl