Alpha Poem

Artillary
Bombs throughout the
Cold frigid night. wolf
Dogs bark
ecstatically
For their
Great escapeinto the night.
Heat of the moment,
Imagination of the mind. they
Just run in the hunt.
Killing only the
Least for food
Many of the pack will
Never see the dawn
Or not long after.
Prince of Death
Quiet is he. they
Run from him on
Silent,
Toughened paws. never
Understanding The fear.
Violet
Waters cascade around them as they
Xcept their fates but when
you dream there is only the
zen of the mind.