A bird is flying

A pack is panting

Stomachs are growing

Fate is nearing

Dust flees from their feet

Grass is trampled underneath

Their hungry eyes, rolling

Are always wide, roving

She flew through the skies

Not a worry on her mind

The wolves came for her, as they come for all

This day marked her final fall

Wheeling, keeling, diving, dropping

Grace turned to panic cause there was no stopping

Feathers flaked off into the breeze

As she fell through the air with ease

Wings flapping, heart beating

Gravity growing, teeth rising

Pain flashing, blood spilling

Eyes flickering, life ending

-Horsejoy