escaping the hunt of the hunted,
seconds of solitary comfort
a moment to recover, to breathe
a normal breath of freedom
Whisking away the movements
of nature from his brow, taking
time to clean the paws that have
traveled miles, running from man,
running, from what might
catch him – Extinction
Hearing the sounds circling his head,
tempting him to move closer in their
direction, his mind wanders back
to the seconds he has as his body
feels the coolness from the ground
A moment longer his wolf heart cries,
just for a moments peace, not caring who
or what surrounds him, not concerned
as harm inches silently to his side,
not caring just for a moment as -
he continues to survive them,
as man aims once again