Lone Wolf

She sneaks along,
A silent white shadow,
The lone wolf,
Through forests and meadows.

She stalks her prey,
Covered in cloud coloured fur,
Her small ears pricked,
Her searching eyes, amber.

She pounces on her kill,
And rips it to shreds,
That young deer,
Is well and truly dead.

She enjoys her meal,
In solidarity peaceful,
Then settles to sleep,
A blissful diamond angel.

She is a lone wolf,
As white as the snow,
When she comes, or she goes,
Nobody knows.