Tearing chunks just to survive
As you stare into the glowing eyes
Teeth on show and sharp as knives
The snarled growl just before the cries
Plead for help that will not come
Lost among the towering fern
Stepped into a wild old world
As the barking continues to whirl
Injured and caked in mud
The blood makes them salivate
Sniffing out your wounded leg
The howl of death does await
Cornered by the wolf pack
With only a rock at your back
Stick in hand you lash out
But its too late for that
As the end you accept comes
A gunshot rings from the sun
The wolves run and hide
As the saviour steps from the sky
Simon A Jackson - Writer 