Red Eyes Of The Wolf

• Alannah Byrne, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

Blood red eyes, tussling tails and a slanted head
Directed towards its prey
No one knows it’s hiding in the woods
Amongst the foliage it lay
It moves with the speed of the gazelle
Its fur is as grey as the stormy sky
And pain and suffering is all that you feel
When you know that the wolf is nearby
Your mind and soul are in shreds
And physically your body is weak
But the wolf still prevails unwavering
With inspiring strength and physique
Its body is the wind, never in one place
Its only friend is itself
And you know your days are numbered
When you see the red eyes of the wolf