Into The Pack.

I was walking through the forest,
And the night was dark as dark,
Of the moon and stars that night,
I saw no shine or spark.

When suddenly I paused a beat,
There was something bad afoot,
I found myself surrounded by,
Six wolves as black as soot.

They prowled tight in a circle,
Snarls ripping from their lips,
The sound of talons on the floor,
Made menacing little 'clip's.

Stock still, I stood between them,
A statue, lost in fear,
Wavering and quavering,
Beneath their husky leer.

The forest stayed so silent,
As if afraid to breathe,
I too joined in that quietness,
And watched them snap and seethe.

Then one wolf lurched on forward,
Her thick pelt glossy, sleek,
Ears alert and pricked with life,
Hearing every little creak.

I cried out as that wolf bit me,
And waited for the light,
Crescendo of their mighty howls,
And end to this sudden plight.

But with blood they brought mercy,
So sudden: let me go!
But next time the full moon came,
I had something more to know.