Albeit an easy catch,
rabbit is so bland.



Ears pricked.
Saliva drips
its wetness
from her
glistening lips.

And even the ache
in her bullet-ridden haunch,
cannot halt the She Wolf’s
hazardous quest
to savour
the sweetness
of lamb flesh.

But, her pack remain oblivious
to the fact
that behind her perilous dawn raids
lies the undying lust to hear
the rush of blood
in her veins,
the pounding of her heart
in her heaving breast.