wolves

the wolves circle

in the trees 

in the snow 

in the shadows

the pack stalks you 

instinctually

as their teeth drip with hunger

their tracing eyes 

watching

patiently

and death lifts their pace

and the breath holds 

and now you lie there -

the sky floods. 

Impending doom red floods. 

you got caught

on the back foot- 

and the people laugh

and the pints pour 

and the mouths speak 

and the eyes trace 

and the pack 

stalks